"If she knew what he wants,
if she knew what he needs
if she knew what he wants, she'd be giving it to him
giving it to him."
It's kinda late now, I admit. I mean I spent 6 hours last weekend moving all her stuff into my apartment. Five plants, a cat and some weird hair stuff I don't even want to know about. So she is here now, in all ways. So it is more than a little late to start thinking about telling her to leave. How would I even start the conversation:
Hey, Brenda, about that stack of magazines you put in the bathroom-could you just take them with you when you move out today?
I really did not see it coming. We had that great road trip to Austin and she used to come over and read books and stuff without getting in the way... she fixed great meals and helped me buy some clothes so I don't look so
lame. When she brought it up, (How 'bout I just move in here? -hopeful look-crooked smile) I was so shocked I said Yes before I really thought about it and, well, to be honest it sounded like a good idea at first. But now...
all the messages on the machine are from her friends, she is burning some sorta nasty incense stuff and the bathroom looks like an ER.
Too much, too fast, for sure.
So, yeah, so I will tell her next week. It's not like I don't want to date her and stuff... but this is like some sorta weird occupation or something. I'll tell her next week.. really...she's making lasagna this weekend.. hey, ya wanna come over?