I'm a Bum.

Yep. I didn't get a chance to talk to The Guy about our current situation before I left for the weekend. I told myself I would take advantage of our time together on Sunday, but, alas, I did not. I am selfish. I was tired and burnt out from the weekend and did not want to have to think about it. So we hung out for a bit after I put The Baby to bed and we didn't talk about it.

He has no idea. He has shown me nothing except that he is still fully a guy and will do what he wants and just hope that there are no repercussions. I have invited him to come hang out sometime this week, but I haven't heard back. I told him tonight of Friday would be best so I assume he is waiting to see how his work goes today to see if maybe he can make it over tonight.

*sigh*

Oh, well.

I did mention to him last night that his mom is going to start wondering why he is spending so much time over here. I need to make a list of things we need to talk about. Trust me, he will not be surprised to see me pull out a list. He might chuckle, but he will not be surprised. That is a good thing.

So, The Plan:
If he does come over, we will talk. If he can't, I will resort to e-mail. He never answers the phone so that route would be futile...

Gah, looking at the situation objectively sure puts me in the 'Crazy for Even Trying' spotlight, doesn't it? Oh, well.