Boy's Night

I get why you keep trying to make a boy's night happen, babe… but…

I usually don't say anything, because I know you have reasons for being where you are, and while maybe some of them have faded, some likely haven't…

But I dunno, after last night's walk…

Remember the first night of the first time we ever went camping together? You trotted out a clearly well-worn joke about your relationship. And your nearly-life-long friend reacted by saying “Barely.”

And I don't have a clue how much jest he was putting behind it, but it rang loud and true to me.

And this isn't new, this isn't some jealousy-inspired thing. Indeed, perhaps remarkably some of it has worn off even as I've found myself falling further into you…

But, still.

And I only have so much ability to stomach unrelenting cynicism, pessimism, and negativity, and I'm already over capacity from someone much nearer, much more… ever-present.

So even just him joining us on our walks… it's not only that either of their presences drags down our ability to open up to each other in even the limited ways we allow ourselves in 3d. It goes deeper than that.

So I'm not saying a boys night won't happen. But if it does… I'll be doing it for you. Maybe I'll look at it as getting him out of your hair for a while.

Anyhow. Back to my hobbit hole…

Yours.