Dream.

Darkside was in the dream, and after a confusing event, he was going home to change clothes so that he could take me out to have sex with him.

My mother, upon learning this plan, got a little annoyed. I tried to prove to her that Darkside's intentions were honorable, but things got lost in the translation.

Darkside told me of my body language in relation to him: I was always putting myself subordinate to him, and he really wished I wouldn't.

Cleaning House

Votania came home and we had screwdrivers and cranked the NIN, Suicidal Tendencies, and all the music we don't/can't listen to when Nephew's around. I think Korn's on now.

We moved the couches so the cushions won't fall off the one that has the open end, and vacuumed under the couches. We found all sorts of junk.

The living room feels nice now.

Date from hell

Well, Adam had his date with V last night.

As I think you can gather from the subject, it wasn't a particularly great event. They were both focused on things other than each other, and there was some sniping from her about him not wanting to be there.

He rehashed the whole sordid tale to me when he got home: he snuggled up next to me and I tried so, so very hard not to giggle. (It didn't work.)

He commented that if he could take some pieces from me and some from her and put them all together, we'd be the perfect woman. (I wonder what would happen to the pieces that he rejected?) Perhaps in compensation for his disappointment last night, he was quite loving and willing to snuggle. He's always very snuggly, but today more so than usual.

Just as he was getting to what sounded to be the crux of the entire underlying situation, his phone rang. It was V, apologizing for last night, and hoping to get together tonight to try and re-do the botched date.

We showered and had lunch, and then I pounced him. Fun was had. He'd been planning to make the occasion for my pleasure rather than his, but I dragged him back to bed and he also enjoyed himself, somewhat against his original intentions. He's just hoping V won't ask him when he last had sex with me...

They're out right now, and he won't return until morning.

I called Darkside briefly and we shared a few words. At times he's one of the best glues I can find for the mind and heart.

Date from Hell, part II

Adam just walked in. "Note to self: bed is not as soft as it appears. Fuckin' A!" He claims that the Fates are against him having a good date with V. this weekend. They tried going to Castles & Coasters. Evidently, buying the passes for that place in the DeVry game room is a bad idea. The passes were long, long expired. There was quite a bit of goings-on about this, involving the manager, even; by the time it was all straightened out, V was tired and dropped Adam off here at home so she could go home and sleep.

The best time he's had so far today was this afternoon, he said, with me.

...Laughing at Fate is probably a piss-poor idea.

Fourteen year olds are easily amused.

"Wanna come up to my room for pizza and sex?"

"NO."

"What's the matter, you don't like pizza?"

Date from Hell part II: The Recap

It started going downhill when she gave him the keys so he could go and pick up the pizza. Evidently, when the security system is not turned off, the alarm should go off. It didn't. When the security system is not turned off, it really doesn't start. It didn't. She had to get dressed from the shower and come out and deal with her car. Papa John's has good pizza, but is overpriced.

Next came Castles & Coasters. V evidently had her bitchy pants on; she found fault with everything Adam did; and he wasn't evidently doing anything right. At miniature golf, every single shot of his was either somewhere between 90 and 45 degrees off, or way overpowered, or both. He couldn't manage simple math; his score didn't add up the same way twice. He's in Calculus II, and simple math was beyond him this evening.

Whenever they had a difference of opinion on a matter of fact (whether or not there was chlorine in the water; whether or not those were calla lilies) he was in the wrong.

That was evidently the tip of the iceberg. He says that V's been saying, lately, that he could do ever so much better than her.

He says he's not drunk enough.

He says that at least he got some today, this afternoon with me.

We're going to go for a walk to get some turkey pepperoni for pizza. Yay pizza.