I don’t really know what the overwhelming/most common feeling is these days. It fluctuates too much, too wildly. Conversations are ongoing, good and bad.
Yesterday we talked more about the first date with Magdalena and how it went, how it felt, what happened. It seems that it was pretty much perfect, which I’m glad about. The knife in the gut came during the sex talk, when he made a point of how not instant the sex was, not to mention that he had no idea how many times they had sex. Thank you very much, I guess I was inadequate and could only give you wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Way to make me feel absolutely useless, incompetent and gross. Much appreciated.
Today was/is date night 2, spending the night again. Initially Deadpool at the movies was on the agenda – which is just wow, hello, thank you for keeping me from seeing it just to turn around not even a month later and even think to see it with her. In the end that never actually happened since she decided she wanted to stay in, cook and watch a movie at her place. Is it bad that I wish he’d stay away all weekend?
I’m leaving Thursday for Easter at my sister’s. Mixed feelings as usual.