I made it through my first week at work, and Emma and I made it through the craziness that was the last couple of days, so I thought we could go out to a nice restaurant to eat. She was concerned about not knowing manners, but I said to just keep your hands in your lap with your napkin and watch me—as if I know everything about manners.
This was no 5-star place, but it wasn’t a franchise and it did have cloth napkins. It was really nice.
It seemed strange for us to be out without Jenn. To be honest, it was very strange.
We both opted for water, not for the price, but just because. So, “mood altering substances” were in no way involved.
Nevertheless, throughout the dinner, our mood picked up. There was a piano player doing up tempo jazz, and that was nice. There was an energy in the room, and the food was way beyond adequate.
So it started off strange because we missed Jenn. Then it got stranger because we were having such a good time despite her not being there.
Far from forgotten… but the sting of her needing to take some time away seemed to fade.
I expect that, with just Emma and me together, she and I will need to depend on each other. Having her next door is good, though, because… Well, with three in the apartment, the potential for anything to… go astray was pretty much gone.
We’d already signed the lease before I knew Jenn was going, so it doesn’t matter—and I didn’t tell Emma—that the health department was fine for 2 in a one-bedroom. Even though the plan is to pretty much live in mine, use my kitchen, my TV—Pause: When did TV’s become FLAT? Sorry—She can get my wireless Internet. You’d say WiFi. Basically, it will be that she sleeps and showers in her own place and otherwise, we’ll share the space we already set up.
We will get her a desk and nice chair for her apartment, but she already said there was no need for a sofa. So, that’s the plan.
So, we just finished dinner and went back to the apartments.
Emma changed clothes then came over to my apartment and we worked out getting a movie on. It was an “old” move from 1985 called “Back To The Future.” We thought it was fitting.
And as you can see, Emma is asleep on the sofa. So, let’s continue…
First off, I KNOW Emma will see this, and I’m okay with that. I think I studied Engineering because a lot of it is bound up in more-or-less constants. Gravity points down, for instance.
So, I think I drag the fact that I like things to be clear and exact into areas dealing with people. So, honesty. I’d not want to hide this from her.
I came, tonight, to realize things without Jenn are going to be complicated. With just the two of us sharing space, it will be… complicated is the only word I can think of.
I guess I’m pretty much a regular normal guy. Maybe on the nice side, maybe a little reserved. Okay, maybe a lot reserved by some standards. But, I’m pretty much a regular guy.
We were sitting on opposite corners of the sofa until I went and microwaved popcorn. By the way, there’s a “popcorn” button on the microwave that just automatically times it out. But…
I came back with the popcorn in a bowl and sat close enough to share. We weren’t hasty with the popcorn, and when we finally finished, I just put the bowl on the floor.
After a little while, Emma sort of leaned against me. I thought she was being… sweet or… I don’t know, cuddling. That… that is where my regular guy mind immediately went. I was sitting there trying to decide if I liked it… Well, of course I liked it… But I was trying to decide if I wanted to encourage it or not. Maybe five minutes, my mind was a flurry of activity.
Then I realized she was asleep and not being sweet at all.
Now, to be completely honest, I was relieved. And I was disappointed. Both at once.
So there you have it. Emma’s bed comes tomorrow, so I guess it will be fine for her to sleep on the couch here tonight. I was planning on her having the bed here in this apartment for tonight, but I don’t want to wake her. She looks too peaceful.
But I will cover her with a blanket.
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