  Tuesday was, of course, the 13th. So, Eric asked me to come over. Actually, Eric asked me to come over like two weeks before then, and this was when it seemed like we wouldn't be able to see each other as much over the summer. Kind of like, "If we can only have one date this month, can it be on our "anniversary"? " &nbsp; We've been doing a lot more than I hoped we would be able to. It used to be that whenever we wanted to meet, we'd have to plan it a week in advance.
The other night, we were watching movies and Mom just out of the blue came out with "Why don't you have Eric over? " It's been more random, and a lot more easygoing. I rather like this. &nbsp; After Panic Room, I'm even more definite about staying away from anything that could be described as a "scary movie". This is a shame, because my boyfriend enjoys watching scary stuff just to laugh at it. Unless, of course, it's a fantasy involving the co-star being male and wearing tight pants.
THEN he's scared of it. Love ya, hun. ;) &nbsp; Well, had fun talking with Eric's mom in the car. Eric was in the backseat - hah. ;) I really like his mom, his whole family, really, but his mom's pretty cool to talk to. The first time I was over at his house, I was really nervous about his family's impression of me, and she just made it easy to relax.
It also has the effect of me not wanting to do anything to get her mad, because I like her. Must remember this. Threatened to leave Eric in the car when we got there (child locks on the back doors), she said "Oh, I like her. " &nbsp; There are little comments that you probably don't think about, that other people can really latch onto and remember. &nbsp; About a month ago, we got new furniture for our family room. This resulted in the moving about of some other furniture, like the "character" couch in the family room being put in the playroom (matches a little better there - color scheme red, gold, and white vs. slate/blue and faint pink), and the rather extremely beat-up floral print loveseat and chair from the playroom being put into the basement to deal with at a later date.
These two have endured so much abuse at our hands. They're both really light, and get moved around a lot. Well, they were in the basement, and&nbsp;Eric was sitting on the couch for whatever reason and...well, with one thing and another, now it's in his room. There was a little bit of a tear in one cushion, and you can't flip the cushions over because it folds out into a bed. As he now uses it to get into his bed, or so he says - the tear has grown a little bit. &nbsp; He's also rearranged the tv and computer, so now his tv sits on his desk in front of the couch, and the computer's at the end of the bed.
Great. *affectionate eye roll* &nbsp; But, we spent most of the afternoon on the couch. One side has the tear, which has grown, and has since been designated as "Eric's side". The other is usually George's, sometimes Amanda's, it would seem. George is Eric's baby. Gorgeous kitty, glossy fur, and beautiful markings.
Rather largish, too. I don't think I could actually hold him, he's too big. &nbsp; I voted for El Dorado after shooting down the first scary movie. "Does it involve blood? " "Not really. " Blood I can handle - pretty good about blood, as long as it isn't from gunshot wounds to the head.
Actually, any fatal gunshot wounds bother me inexplicably - swords I'm just fine with. "Does it involve melted skin? " "Just at the end. " "No. " &nbsp; I have the soundtrack, don't have the movie. I used to really like it - wrote a fanfic about what happened to Miguel, Tulio, and Chel after they ride Altivo off.
Bibo keeps popping up, of course. For the record, they have quite a fair share of adventures, get lost in the jungle, never really settle down in any one spot for too long, and in the inevitable really bad sequel, end up somehow crossing the Pacific. Yes, they bring the horse. But, at any rate - though he denied me permission to say all the lines with characters (a few major ones are all right; "We're both in barrels, that's the extent of my knowledge. "), I got to sing all the songs!! Well, the ones he didn't decide to make me be quiet for.
"Without Question" will remind me of being with Eric for quite some time, I think. &nbsp; After this comes the inevitable argument about what movie we should watch next. This lasted for quite some time. &nbsp; Here's where we run into a gray area - I remember this happening, I just don't remember when. I know it involved the couch, so it had to have been after the tenth. But somehow, I don't place it on the thirteenth as easily - it seems like it happened another night, before that.
But, it couldn't have been the twelfth, since we went to the lake. And I don't really THINK I went over to his house on the eleventh. &nbsp; Anyway, back up a pace. I should explain that my dear friend and ex-boyfriend hates Eric with a passion. And according to him, it really isn't over him dating me. Not for the most part, anyway.
He'd be just fine with me dating Sid - recommends it, in fact. *sigh* Anyway, he's known for looking for a decent excuse to kill Eric. Eric's response was that if he ever hurts me, then he can kill him, but, whatever. &nbsp; Last week, at the Watersports, I ended up slicing open one toe very badly on a zebra mussel. ("Zebra mussel" is like a curse word to lakers, except we don't use it to describe anything else. It's just a word that causes automatic recoil and...yeah.
It's right up there with "nuclear waste". They're parasites, and they're worse than glass to step on. ) I had been paddling in, not stroking, because I was bringing the skis in to shore. Normally, they're not a problem for us because we don't swim near shore in Zumbro. But, that morning was the first morning it had really healed over.&nbsp; Whether this happened or not that night, whatever. We were just clowning around as always (just so everyone&nbsp;knows, he's no more ticklish than I am - he just doesn't know that), and he accidentally kicked me.
Right on the first three toes of&nbsp;my&nbsp;right foot. It&nbsp;really shouldn't have hurt, I&nbsp;normally would have retaliated with fierce, vengeful silliness - but I&nbsp;yelped.&nbsp;I think he worries about me too much, he&nbsp;immediately backed off and asked "What's wrong? " very concerned and worried-like.&nbsp;I answered with a string of more ows, bit my lip with that scream-sigh I do when I'm trying not to yelp, and waited for the pain to go down. Gave him a brief explanation, I think I tried to go back to the previous battle, and then I noticed it bleeding. He directed me to the bathroom, I cleaned it up pretty well, band-aid, etc., go back to the room to find him...buried in his couch. All righty.
My boyfriend has the cutest wounded-puppy expression of anyone on the planet. Big brown eyes, very expressive eyebrows - the whole expression is just adorable. Always makes me want to hug him or make him smile. Anyway. I pulled the cushions off him, and he looks up with that. I'm kind of grinning, and gave him much grief over the injury.
It hurt! Okay, and I like teasing him. I guess I could have been nicer. After a little while, we were back to happiness and watching Bruce Almighty. I know we had supper before that, but I don't know if it was before or after the bleeding thing. I like eating at his house, because his mom's a really good cook, and I just like talking with her.
Except, Mom's years of training (handed down by her father's constant "Shut Up and Eat") not to talk too much during dinner holds true. (Never does at home - I think this is because it's been drilled into me as "good manners", and at home I also tend to rock back in my chair, occasionally talk with my mouth full (also a way to scandalize&nbsp;Mom - picked THAT one up from my Dad), and be less refined overall. Anyways, so I like talking with Eric's mom, or rather, listening to her. The result of not talking the whole while we're eating is that I'm shy again for some time. Anyway, so, watching Bruce Almighty. I hadn't seen the outtakes before - and I've never seen the deleted scenes on a movie actually be worth deleting.
Eric groaned when I "asked" to see them. (I'm a little demanding sometimes. ) Example: On Pirates, they just distracted from the storyline or flow of things - the scenes themselves weren't actually that bad. Outtakes were good, though. Scales of Justice. About a week before this, I'd sent Eric a "We need to talk" note.
I had monumentally bad timing...whatever. I think I blogged about it. Anyway, we were both afraid that we'd end up breaking up, but we actually bothered to talk about everything...and though I don't think we actually said anything that hadn't been said before, we're a lot closer now. We had another brief discussion, just because...well, something happened with&nbsp;Adm, and since that incident, I've been really scared about getting close to guys. Khalid once grabbed my arms to apologize for running smack into me (I would have dashed back out to grab the next order, otherwise), and it was all I could do not to cry. I actually DID run back to the break room to cry after that.
Close physical contact has really scared me in certain situations, and I'm trying so hard to trust Eric that he's not going to hurt me. Anyway, so, I ended up telling him parts of that, and he just held me, and it was okay. I feel safer when I'm with him. I don't know why. I just do. Mom had called, we agreed on her picking me up around ten, and that was about when I dashed downstairs in a manner of speaking.
In my mind, it's that mom and Eric's mom are both going way out of their way (which they are at least physically, to say nothing of the time it takes) to drive us back and forth, and I really don't want to give her any reason to decide not to. Mom and I were talking about driving to Dodge Center to watch the windmills at night, we ended up going home, watching Kodo drums instead with ice cream. We were playing "I'm Gonna Be" the whole way home - and the rest of the evening, I was trying to figure out what had happened that made me trust him so much more. I'm still not sure, I'm just really happy about it. 
