So to continue on...
Saturday morning I woke up pretty early. I had brought Viva with me this weekend so I got up and took her out for a walk. It was nice. When I got back Buddy was still sleeping. I think he can sleep for 12 hours every night. Jersey can attest, I do not. I'm lucky if I sleep 8 hours a night during the week. I usually average about 6.5-7. It's just how I am. My internal clock does not allow me to sleep when the sun is out usually. So...I tried to go back to bed...dozed on and off for a while... Buddy finally got up around 12. We ordered some lunch...that was good. Then we just hung out on the couch...again. Finally I asked him if he wanted me to stay over again that night. His response: "I don't have anything going on tonight" Well, duh. I then deicded that we were going to get out of the stupid house and go play mini golf.
I decided to go hop in the shower in anticipation of mini golf. He says he is next. Now, maybe I'm just a sexaholic, but any normal guy would have come WITH me in the shower! But no. This did not happen. I got out...and he got in...and he took the longest shower I've ever seen a guy take. All I could think was that he obviously didn't get off the night before so now he is wacking off in the shower. Probably true. I was so paranoid I actually went to the door to try and listen.
Mini golf was fun...short lived but fun. So, we came back to the apartment after mini golf. Watched some more true blood and he feel alseep on the couch around 1. I had drank a GIANT cup of coffee so I was wide awake and finally went to bed at 3. I woke him up at that point...asked him if he wanted to go to bed...so we did.
We got into bed...and it was cold...so I snuggled up to him and gave him a kiss expecting something to happen. His response: "Goodnight." GOOD NIGHT?! Are you kidding?! COME ON! He then proceeded to spoon me. I like wtf is this. I moved to the other side of the bed. (I don't sleep well like that to begin with.) So of course my mind is going a mile a minute at this point. I GET it if you aren't an affectionate person...I GET it if you don't always get off...I do! But I'm in your bed and you don't even want to try? You don't want to even touch me? What is this?! Are you not attracted to me? WHAT?!!?!?
So, I continue thinking...and I have an epiphany. Buddy and I tend to drink when we are together. Not heavily or anything...just a few beers or drinks or whatever. Saturday night we did not drink at all. Is it strange that this coincides with the first time he doesn't want to hook up? Does the booze give him the courage to do it and then also stop him from getting off? I don't know. Either way, the sex is amazing...I can't see him being self-concious about it.
So, Sunday morning I woke up kinda early again. I started packing up Viva's and my stuff. Buddy got up an hour or so later. We watched yet another episode of True Blood and then I informed him that I was going home. It was too nice to sit inside and do nothing.
He helped me out to my car...I told him that he should get out of the house today and do something. He said he was going to the movies. Great. Same channel, different location.
So, now I am confused. I do really like this guy, but the no sex saturday night really turned me off and kind of made some of my concerns come to fruition. It was like we had skipped 10 years and moved right into married couple who only kinda likes each other. Where is the passion? Did I already miss it? The drinking thing bothers me as well...and I'm not a sedantary person...clearly he is. Will that change? I don't know...I just don't know.