Another first! Possibly the first first of 2009!
This weekend, I was in the bathroom at BB's, peeing. I have the bladder of a small to average sized chipmunk, so I pee a lot. Apparently, he got tired of me being in there so much and just came in while I was mid-pee. Normally, I would have said "Get Out! I'm peeing! Jerk!" but I didn't bother. For some reason, it didn't phase me (yes, I was sober). About five minutes later, when I had to pee again (a slight exaggeration, but not by much) I left the door mostly open. BB came in and out and we just kept up our conversation the whole time. I was very careful not to accidentally let out a little fart though. They echo in the toilet.
(Too much information? Whatever. You know you giggled.)
Honestly, I lived with PRex for 3 years and I can't really remember ever freely peeing like that in front of him. I'm sure it happened, but it was so long ago. I was a lot more modest and way more embarrassed about of my body back then. Not so much anymore. Clearly.
I told this story to Kiwi and she said "What?! That's what married people do, not what people who are not-dating do!" Point Kiwi.
She's right. You have to be pretty damn comfortable with someone to be able to pee in front of them. Granted, he has farted in front of me since about day 3 - and likes to make them long and loud (like any self-respecting 17 year old). He does however, make it a point to aim them away from me (so sweet).
The peeing thing validates something that I have been suspecting for a couple months: our non-dating relationship has really taken on a decidedly regular dating relationship hue. Last week, we had no plans. He was working Sunday morning and had plans in the big City with friends afterward. I had school work and taking care of Dad... But, at about 3pm on Sunday when he should have been totally spent, we made plans for dinner and a movie. And it was just that - dinner and a movie (Yes Man, the movie that inspired my Mexico trip). We parted ways, each to our separate (and cold) beds. Its still a mystery to me - he's a self-diagnosed introvert and had already had his daily quota of people time. Yet, he was still eager to see me. And there was no sex, or even possibility of sex. I think its possible that he might have just needed a little bit of Susan-time. 9 out of 10 of my closest friends agree - Susan-time kicks ass.
(I ran out of money before I could pay the 10th person to lie)
This week too, there were several examples of this new hue. I'm not going to bore you with them now (maybe tomorrow) but it appears that he is leaning on me more and more. I sure make it easy on him, but I'm not playing a game. I don't think that if I make myself the center of his universe, he's going to want to marry me. The hospital is the center of his universe; and occasionally Taco Bell too. But there has been a subtle shift. I'm not sure why or what it means, and I'm frankly too chicken to bring it up because things with him are just so nice right now. I don't want to spoil it.
So much for being a mature adult with good communication skills.