Stinky McStinkpants

Ah, me.

So yesterday dawned with me and the second architect on the road bright and early, headed out to climb one of the hills of NH. He showed up at my door wearing what looked like a pith helmet but what turned out to be a piece of what beekeepers wear.

No (cough) big deal there.

The big deal is that I think yesterday his day that was spent on one of the harbor islands in Boston sweating a lot and swimming, possibly naked, with the other person he's seeing.

OK, no, the BIGGER deal is that he did not bother to take a shower after all of that. It was hot in Boston yesterday, hot and humid, and he was on a boat and then he was riding his bike everywhere and swimming in the ocean and then it was back on the boat and lord knows what else.

He smelled.

Also when I thanked him for getting up so early he said "Well I really wanted to go hiking." As opposed to any mention of wanting to see me.

He did pay for some gas and offered me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and mentioned he'd told a friend of his about me. And he commented on how pretty my fuzzy duckling kitty is and she let him pat her. I don't want to hang him out to dry. But the bathing thing? -- honestly.

Oh, then when we got home (after he mentioned he doesn't like driving by way of explaining how he didn't offer to drive for any of the 5 hours we were on the road) he immediately went into my bathroom, STANK IT UP (I have matches and spray, neither of which were used) and left. With no kissing. I had to hug him. I did not get the sense he was embarrassed by the, uh, toilette episode.

And THEN after he left I got on the phone and there was nobody home for me to talk to! Dr. Moo was on call, OSB was probably asleep, and McMumsy was off gallivanting around at the Democratic debate in Manchvegas.

I don't know. Maybe I'm being ridiculous and mean for even writing this. I still feel like there's possibility there, even after all this. But another part of me is sad and still another mad, and that one wants to keep the hundred dollar sunglasses he left in my kitchen (I made cream ginger scones and Americanos for breakfast and he hemmed and hawed over paying for my coffee and doughnut at DnD on the way back) as payment for putting up with him.