Apple of My Pizza Pie

While I was away on my trip, I missed Greg’s birthday so I made it up to him a couple days ago. Seeee? I can still be nice even after he has been twisting my words. He’d been working hard on a diet/lifestyle change so what better way to encourage him than to bring him a pizza and some homemade apple pie?! I swear I’m not sabotaging him…We had talked about pizza way before, and I was raving about how there are no good pizza places in our area except for Joe’s in Vienna (and now I have discovered Piero’s—locations in Herndon and Fairfax and their pizza is wood-fired!). Hence, my genius idea to bring him a few slices to test out. Apple pie is one of his favorites, AND I can show him my domestic side. All was calm when I was there—no accusations were tossed from his mouth so that always makes for a successful day.

I’m not feeling particularly close to him, though. Maybe it’s because I’m walking around on egg shells, second guessing everything I’m saying, or speaking in a delay so I can run through my thoughts before I say them. There’s just one teensy weensy problem with this—it’s not my personality at all--I never think about what I say! To make it worse, he doesn’t find me funny. Dude, I’m gonna make fun of you and I expect you to make fun of me. If you’re going to cry about it (literally, he has cried, not in front of me, but he’s alluded to it) then this is definitely not going to work. I will be clear, though, that he truly does misinterpret things that I say, and he will find a way that I have offended him. Greg, I’m pretty clever. If I want to offend you, I will, and you won’t have to make up anything in your head.

Since I’m not feeling close to him, I’m not wanting to spend so much time with him which is apparently another problem. Geeze, now I know how guys feel. Sorry, men! I completely understand how much crap you guys put up with from girls! It feels like I can’t do anything right and we have to accommodate him all the time. Well, I have friends to visit with and he will have to deal with not seeing me every night this week. I do like that he wants a family, and he doesn’t want it “someday” as so many guys in this area feel, but he wants it definitely and soon. He wants a nice home, a mom for his kids, and he likes the idea of stepping farther away from these crowded suburbs. He’s a guy’s guy who actually wants to be loved. I’m just not sure that I’m the one to love him.