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thepnutgalleryE-mailing Ken back and forth at work yesterday, as well as e-mailing his friends to find out his measurements for the jacket. One of the things he told me was that he felt like our only cheerleader, and would appreciate some support from my end. He sent the message with smileys and roses, which mitigated it some. I was still stunned. I can only imagine the level of self-centeredness that it takes for someone to lie and cheat for months, and then be upset because the person they've been hurting is, well, hurt. To ask me to focus on their needs instead.....wow. I didn't respond, because I don't think that would have been good for us. I know that Ken is tired of hashing this stuff out, but it should not be my issue that he doesn't like taking responsibility for his actions.
Ken worked late, and I thought about hooking up when I got home, but instead I just took a shower and started prepping dinner. My coworkers keep talking about Adobo, so I was going to try my hand at making it. I started cooking it, but ended up just putting it in a bag to marinate for later. He had said he was going to be at work until 5, so I was a little surprised when he got home at 5:10. We talked a little, and then Dallas came over and we met David at Martini's. I opted to neither eat nor drink, since the only vegan food was french fries. The conversation was a little awkward/slow/forced for a little while, but then David's drinks started kicking in, and he's never had a problem talking. :-D A gent by the name of Chris joined us eventually, meeting up with Dallas, but sitting next to me. He and I chatted most of the night, and I danced around and around and around my HIV status. I hate not telling people, but it's not just my secret, and unless I'm fucking them, there really is no need for them to know. Ken sent a text at one point, and later told me it was to Justin. I'm not so sure.
Back at the house, he warmed up pizza, and I did my best with the adobo (since I had used frozen/thawed tofu, I had to use it or it'd have gone bad). Biggest problem was that I had put extra water in the marinade, since I expected to be cooking it for longer, but didn't really have time at that point. I'll try again, and I was the only one eating it, so I don't mind. I sat on the couch with him while I ate, and we watched the last of family guy and a little bit of American Idol. I started drinking while I was making dinner, and didn't stop after. I was tipsy, but not drunk. Back in our room, we playfully headbutted each other, which was lovely, and then Ken started talking about Chris. Took him a little while, and he never came out and said it, but he was bothered by how closely I danced to coming out as positive. He talked about filters, and the like, and mentioned that he had none with me. I placed the addendum "anymore", and he went to sleep. We didn't touch, and I woke up at early ass o'clock again.
Ken worked late, and I thought about hooking up when I got home, but instead I just took a shower and started prepping dinner. My coworkers keep talking about Adobo, so I was going to try my hand at making it. I started cooking it, but ended up just putting it in a bag to marinate for later. He had said he was going to be at work until 5, so I was a little surprised when he got home at 5:10. We talked a little, and then Dallas came over and we met David at Martini's. I opted to neither eat nor drink, since the only vegan food was french fries. The conversation was a little awkward/slow/forced for a little while, but then David's drinks started kicking in, and he's never had a problem talking. :-D A gent by the name of Chris joined us eventually, meeting up with Dallas, but sitting next to me. He and I chatted most of the night, and I danced around and around and around my HIV status. I hate not telling people, but it's not just my secret, and unless I'm fucking them, there really is no need for them to know. Ken sent a text at one point, and later told me it was to Justin. I'm not so sure.
Back at the house, he warmed up pizza, and I did my best with the adobo (since I had used frozen/thawed tofu, I had to use it or it'd have gone bad). Biggest problem was that I had put extra water in the marinade, since I expected to be cooking it for longer, but didn't really have time at that point. I'll try again, and I was the only one eating it, so I don't mind. I sat on the couch with him while I ate, and we watched the last of family guy and a little bit of American Idol. I started drinking while I was making dinner, and didn't stop after. I was tipsy, but not drunk. Back in our room, we playfully headbutted each other, which was lovely, and then Ken started talking about Chris. Took him a little while, and he never came out and said it, but he was bothered by how closely I danced to coming out as positive. He talked about filters, and the like, and mentioned that he had none with me. I placed the addendum "anymore", and he went to sleep. We didn't touch, and I woke up at early ass o'clock again.
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