I went to the boyfriend candidate's house tonight. I think the relationship is getting stale and I'm concerned. I may have to make some decisions here.
I walk in his door, granted the three kids are in tow. Also, I must say, he was sick today and I was having neck trouble. We are old indeed.
I call out, "Hello?" And the three kids start calling out his name. We go to the living room. Empty. The playroom. Nothing. On to the kitchen. Here we find him. He is reading the Economist, reading glasses as the end of his nose. He delivers this thrilling welcome, "Oh hi. I didn't hear you come in." Right.
I have problems with this and if the kids hadn't been bouncing around the kitchen, I would have called him out. Not heard us? We were 15 minutes late. There was a time when he would have been sitting on the front porch looking for me, waiting for me with some anticipation.
He didn't even stand up. Did I mention I haven't seen him in a week? It was disappointing in the way you would expect, but I immediately went to the bigger picture. Do I want a guy in my life who gets complacent? Do I want to come home to a guy who doesn't stand up and embrace me? A guy who didn't hear me walk in because he wasn't waiting for me?
Then again, I know I should give him a break. He's sick. I'm edgy. The kids were there. Still. I must say, I don't really know what to do with this.
Next time I may have to walk in naked and see if he notices. Then I'll know if I'm really in trouble.