Jen and Dave moved in together tonight. We moved about a
million no really at least a hundred boxes up this flight of
concrete steps to their front door, and put them all over
this huge old place. All wood floors, and old windows, its
going to be drafty and cost mad money to heat, but it's
theirs!
   This is where I’m supposed to say I still have feelings
for Dave, which I do, and how he hinted and through off
vibes like he was still interested, which he did, but two
other points came up.
   When Dave and I were carrying in the boxes of linens and
such, I started making the bed for them, since it was
already after midnight. They came in the room as I finished.
Both laughed and leaped into the bed, collapsing. I made a
joke as they stretched out and kicked off their shoes, that
maybe they wanted to be alone. Jen said, “Someone has to
work the video camera” and then held out her hand to me.
Dave said, “We don’t care if you watch!” Jen took my hand
and pulled me into the bed, and we all hugged, while Jen
said “what do you mean watch?” Well, it was nice, and just
slightly more than friendly, but nothing more. Eventually I
had to get up, straighten my clothes, and I just turned off
the light as I left for them.
   Secondly, the next day, I came back, and helped put
things away, and Dave was in the kitchen. I started putting
pans where Jen said to, before she ran to the bank. Dave
pulls out this freaking huge hanging window crystal. Kind of
flat with a million facets around it, and a frosty center
shaped like a heart. God it’s gorgeous, I’m so not kidding.
Dave sees me looking at it, and he says, “Are you feeling
warm Wendy?” I said yes, and he said, “Take off your clothes
then.” I had my hands on my waistband and was like,
nononono. He was just laughing, and I turned purple,
rebuttoned my blouse and, what could I do but laugh it off?
It’s hanging in the main kitchen window now; I can still see
it if I close my eyes. He’s got like a hundred crystal
things, hanging and sitting everywhere.
   Here’s the thing- Dave doesn’t know anything about my
secret interests or background in hypnosis and therapy. He
knows I take meds, but doesn’t know why. Jen however does
know some, and I think I have fallen victim to the oldest of
trust and betrayal issues. My local best friend is (almost)
engaged to someone, therefore he is allowed to know all her
secrets. But I love them both, and their place, and they me.
I think her Labrador and his Rotty will get along together,
and they like me too. So why do I feel bad? I guess I felt
my priority slip, like a band must feel when they hear their
song slipped off the charts, and is no longer on the top 40.
People still love it; they just don’t buy it as much.
   Tommy, Raven and probably 2 or 3 others will be over
tomorrow. There’s going to be a housewarming party!
   Mom’s friend needs his glasses he left in her car. The
red boxes go to the accountants.