Friday night, Mr. No Effort called me.  He wanted me to come out and see his new puppy, and have a beer or two, and hang out.  It was pretty late, and I was pooped and in a crappy frame of mind, and I flat out just said no.

 

Saturday evening he called, and asked if I wanted to come out, and I did.  I know, I know...I've heard everything you guys have said, and I've heard the things I've said...I don't know why I have such a soft spot for this guy...I think it's because when we spend time together, it makes me feel good.  It's the aftermath that is the sucky part.  I've resolved myself to the fact that it is what it is, and I'm not going to worry about it anymore.  I'll just blog about it ;)

 

I actually had a really good time!  We watched the hockey game and played with the puppy, had a hot tub, crawled into bed and played with the puppy until she got tuckered out.  We fell asleep cuddling with the puppy between us.  I had to wake up early the next morning to help my aunt out with her yard sale, so I quietly got up, took the dog out, and put her back in bed with Mr. No Effort.  When I left, they were snuggling...they looked so cute. 

 

He called me last night to see houw my day was.  He was going to bed soon cuz he was leaving at 3:30am for some meetings out of town today.  He told me all about his day and he asked about mine and we chit-chatted for a bit.  There was no mention of me going over there...it was just a chat and it was kinda nice.  He asked how I was feeling because he was worried I didn't get much sleep because of the puppy crawling all over.  It was an uncharacteristic conversation because it didn't entail him trying to entice me into going over there, and he was actually listening and conversing and communicating and being sweet. 

 

I'm not complaining this time if it turns out how it always ends up...and I know with all of the stories that he seems like a prick.  It just feels so good to spend time with him...I think a part of me just wants him to realize what kind of person I really am...you know?  When we have good weekends, like we just did, it makes it seem as if he's coming around...and I know this can just set me up for more disappointment, but if I stop expecting more than it's always been, what's the harm?  It's amazing how I justify this sometimes...lol