When he brought me back home he accidentally hit the curb and busted a hole in his tire. (I was wanting to giggle because the first thing he said when he did was that the tire cost $150, yes, I guess I am just mean) He came upstairs and sat down, (at least I DID invite him in, I even offered him a glass of water before he had to go back out and change his tire, so I am not THAT mean!) I sat down at the other end of the couch and for 15 solid minutes there was silence. So I got up and started making Mexican stew. (what else was I supposed to be doing, holding his hand?) Soon he got up and said he guessed he'd better go. I didn't even walk him to the door, and I watched out the window as he sat on the curb and replaced his $150 tire with a donut, giggling as I chopped the vegetables.
I guess I AM just mean. Or I just plain like being alone. Or I need to meet someone who turns me on, or...or...or..hell, I don't know what!