It was weird.

I went over to her house (20 minutes, all highway) and she said she wanted to paint her room. That's cool, I'm the handy type and I love doing that stuff, so I was happy about it. Worked on it till 3:30 this morning (happens to be my 30th birthday today) and we got really tired. I didn't expect to stay the night when she invited me over, but I also didn't expect to spend 5 hours working on her room, and as late as it was, I thought she wouldn't make me drive home. Well guys...



She did.

After I cleaned up some of the painting stuff, she brought me my keys and wallet and said "I hate for you to have to drive home, but..."

Sweet. Happy birthday to me.

The best present she could have gotten me would be waking up next to her today. I mean, I've stayed there before, what gives?

I think this was a test or something. To see how much I will push away after being treated poorly. Well I've got new for you, toots; I've got a fairly high tolerance for your crap and I'm going to act like nothing even happened. NOTHING. I'm fairly certain she won't want to hang out today, her Fibromyalgia will be giving her fits today after all that painting, that's just life.

Am I a sucker? Probably

Am I a fool? Maybe

Am I still into this girl? 100%, God knows why