Today is officially my second dating anniversary with Rider! We count it from the date of our first kiss, since we'd been best friends before that, and since we took our time getting to the sex part after the kiss happened.
I'll never forget that kiss. It was the most electrifying experience of my entire life. I still get thrills just thinking about it! It certainly is a much different experience kissing someone for the first time whom you've already fallen in love with over the course of many months of completely non-sexual non-date-pressure interaction and shared hobbies!
To celebrate our anniversary this weekend, we went on a sunset walk/picnic in a nearby park. We snacked on cheese and crackers and cheap, bottled sangria. Then we went to the dinner reservations that Rider had made at a vegetarian restaurant that was walking distance from our house. The waiter screwed up my order and gave us a second carafe of sangria free to make up for it, which was nice.
The whole thing was very romantic—just sitting across from him and gazing at his face, which I love more than anything in the whole world.
The day hadn't started out so pleasant, though. We'd gone to get some plants and household supplies from Home Depot, and we got a late enough start getting out of the house that we had to nix our original plans to walk around his old stomping grounds and do some more thrifting. Our dinner plans were at 7:00, and I did some quick calculating and mentioned that I thought we'd feel rushed if we had to go from place to place making stops. So I suggested the park at sunset as a more easily accessible backup plan.
At first, Rider was not upset by this. Until he suggested that we push the plan to the following day, and I reminded him that I'd told him I have to do outside work for my job the following day. Then he turned uncharacteristically pissy, whining that he'd wanted to
do something with me, and how much it sucked that we'd left so late, and how we'd wasted our day already.
I was so confused! We'd gotten to sleep in a bit, which we rarely get to do anymore. And then I'd made breakfast and we'd watched a show, after which we had sex. And then I told him I wanted to kick back and finish my coffee while I posted in my blog, so I did. And then we got ready to go out. After I was ready to go, Rider was still fussing with his phone's SD card and his computer, so I'd waited patiently. All of these things were fine and/or necessary while they were happening. But piled together, their causing us to change plans had really upset Rider.
So I asked him, "Do you regret watching the show?" and he said that he did not; that it had been nice to watch it and have a relaxing breakfast. And then I asked, "Are you upset that I took some time out to write in my blog?" and he sort of avoided the question and said that he'd just been looking forward to doing stuff with me and now we didn't have time.
I was exasperated. "But we did stuff last night! And we're going to do more stuff tonight! And I know I have to work on Sunday, but that's just how it is sometimes—it isn't my fault! I still deserve to have a bit of downtime and engage in my writing on my day off!" And he was silent. Finally we arrived at the plant section of Home Depot and we got separated, and when we found each other again, he issued a huge apology for "being a jerk." I accepted it, and his mood rebounded instantly, and the rest of the day was amazing.
I haven't talked to him about it yet, but I can't help but wonder if his uncharacteristic pissiness was somehow related to my having had a good date. Like, all the sudden he was more worried about or sensitive to the idea of time scarcity. It really is very much unlike him to be perturbed about changes in plans or to be tallying how we spend every moment. The last time he was this particular brand of upset, it was when I was dating Beckett and we had to have a conversation during which he eventually conceded that, yes, I had a right to spend my time how I like, including on prep for hobbies that I would be participating in with people other than him.
So I wonder if his figuring that I was writing the blog update about Kristof (which I was) made the blog suddenly seem not something I was "doing for me" but something I was doing "about someone else" and therefore it bugged him that it cut into "our (his+mine)" time. I intend to ask him about it later, but I didn't want to pollute our anniversary time with processing, so I'll probably wait until Wednesday, when we have no other plans.
Either way, I have a very busy life, and I can't always carve time out of my workday (as I am doing right now) to update this. And I enjoy updating this. It has given me an outlet for regularly expressing myself in writing, which I had fallen out of the habit of doing for many years, and I had always regretted losing that habit. Sometimes, given that Rider and I live together, time that we are spending in the same space together will be time that we will spend engaging in our various separate creative pursuits. That's just how life is—or, at least, that's how
my life needs to be in order for me to be happy. Our time spent in the same apartment together can't be constant face-time, or else I will never get any downtime for "me things."
And, you know, I get it. I go into work later than him and have a longer commute than he does. He leaves for work while I am still asleep, and he is home for two hours before I get home. On the weeknights we hang out, after I run and shower (provided I can muster the energy to do those necessary things), and after I cook (since I'm trying to save money and be healthier), we have only about three and a half hours before bedtime. And sometimes we don't hang out on weeknights. Sometimes we're scheduled to see other people. Sometimes I have extra work to do. So that causes an extra layer of importance to be added to our weekend time, and it causes an extra pressure for us to "do something" with that time, or to squeeze every last drop of together time out of the time that we do have. I really do understand that.
But, like, my longer commute is a bigger hardship
for me. My needing to do extra, after-hours work for my job is a bigger hardship
for me. My being the better cook, especially of healthy food, and so my being more likely to do the cooking of dinner (though he does offer, and though I don't mind so I don't complain) is another task
for me to do.
And all of that leaves not a hell of a lot of time to do stuff for me that isn't a hardship or a "task." Whether that stuff is see someone else (platonically or romantically), or write, or practice my foreign languages, or organize my things...I do have to have a life outside of Rider and "stuff that must be done." And being an introvert, I do need recharge/noninteraction time that is not spent negotiating traffic on my commute.
I know he understands all of this. But I think that despite understanding it intellectually, it still might be difficult for him to process emotionally when I start hanging out with new people and he sees potential for more competition for my (already scarce) time. And so instead of expressing that, maybe he acts out a little bit.
That said, lest this anniversary post seem like a massive bitch fest, I am not really upset about all of this. I was exasperated in the moment, and I felt like it was worth explaining here so that I am not giving an overly rosy view of our mostly idyllic life together, but it was a brief storm in an otherwise very pleasant weekend.
I am overall very pleased with how everything turned out. We went in 50/50 together on a nice record player for a combined v-day/anniversary present, and we chilled together yesterday and watched some shows while I got some of my more monotonous/brainless work done. We had really good sex twice yesterday. I planted rosemary and thyme and purple basil and catnip and a jalapeño to join the mint I'd planted last week. And I used some of that flourishing mint to make juleps!
This weekend, I also managed to get off from sitting on Rider's face, which had never happened before. He really likes having that done, but usually I can't quite relax enough in that position. But this time, I found that if I support myself enough with my upper body on top of the headboard, I can relax my lower body enough to get there. So hooray for an orgasm in a new position! Our sex life is starting to get back to its pre-moving-stress glory, and for that, I am very thankful!
Another thing that happened this weekend is that I got the last things unpacked and organized, which has done wonders for my overall sense of well-being. I organized the hall closet, which has been thwarting my being able to find important things since we arrived. I set up a shelf over my desk so it's not a tangle of awfulness all the time. And I finished bunnyproofing the bedroom so our fuzzy little guys can hop around in there to their heart's content.
Tonight we have plans to work on some music. Supposedly, the guitar he bought me is arriving today. I am excited and a bit nervous. I have not ever played a six-string guitar left-handed before, only right-handed when I was very young. Hopefully my two years of work on the bass have set me up for some success, but imagining how the chords go is tying my brain in knots.
I've been feeling pretty encouraged lately about music, overall. It helps that two established local musicians who are friends of ours but who had not heard our music yet both responded favorably, and one even praised my voice. I am always surprised to get compliments on that because I feel like I am not very good. I guess I am getting better all the time. Now to find the time to practice more...I wish there were 48 hours in every day!