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Mar. 16th, 2008 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janegodzillaAs far as I can tell, Nate and I seem to be good again, which I'm oh-so dorkily happy about. After the weirdness of Thursday night, I resolved that I was going to wait a day to email him -- we'd originally had plans for Friday, but I felt kind of weird bringing it up given the conversation on Thursday. Also, I would've felt really, incredibly pathetic. Much to my surprise, however, he emailed me, and in the world's most tentative email ever, he asked if I still wanted to watch "Darkon" with him that night. He would totally understand if I didn't want to and he took full responsibility for it, but...he hoped I was still up for it.
A part of me wanted to opt out, but I'm trying to be better about this whole "not hiding when stuff gets scary" thing. So I went over, and the first thing he did was hug me and apologize. Like, a lot. Neither of us is particularly articulate when it comes to talking about feeeeeelings, but basically he'd freaked out a bit over how fast some things were going, and he wasn't really sure why that freaked him out, but he knew he'd overreacted and hadn't meant for it all to come out all stupid-like. And I, to my immense shock, managed to screw up my courage and tell him that what he'd said had thrown me for a huge loop. I told him I was on my guard a little now, because I like him a lot and the whole thing upset me, and a part of me is going to worry that he'll do it again the moment things get a little more serious.
The moment where I realized we were cool was when he acknowledged that I had every right to feel that way, and that he was sincerely sorry for what had happened. He's a good guy, the Nate. I'm glad I decided to push through the "eeeek, communication!" scariness so that we could fumble our way onto the same page. It's funny -- he's had more relationships than I have, but the two I had lasted longer. When you average it out, I suspect we're evenly matched on the relationship stupidity scale. XD Friday night ended on a really good note, so I feel better about things than I did before.
Plus, when we were talking, he referred to our relationship as "going out," which -- considering the phrase "fooling around" or something similar would've fit just as well within the context of the sentence -- made me feel a lot more settled about where all this might be going. Anyway. We're not entirely sure when we're going to hang out this week, since both of us have screwy schedules for the next several days, but he called me earlier tonight just to say hi. So...♥. Definitely feeling better, here.
On a more irritating note, I went to the dentist Friday morning so I could finally get my wisdom teeth looked at, and...yeah, those suckers need to come out. In fact, they're fucked up enough that they kept calling everyone else in the office over to look at my films. *facepalms* Stupid teeth. YOU FAIL. The dentist took one look, and said, "Are you having headaches?"
A little shocked by the question, I admitted that yes, actually, I was -- they'd be constant for a horrible month or so, die down, and then come back again. He explained that it was probably because of my wisdom teeth -- they're completely perpendicular to my other teeth, and so they're pushing against the roots of my molars instead of coming up. Normally, this would force my other teeth to move around and completely fuck up my mouth, but I have a permanent retainer and so nothing can move anywhere. So during those periods when my body is trying to force my wisdom teeth out? The pressure just builds in my jaw and I get headaches. Apparently, this will continue until they perform surgery and yank said teeth from my head. AWESOME.
I suppose it's worth pointing out that I'm absolutely terrified of surgery, and I'm honestly not sure which frightens me more: the thought of being passed out while they cut my head open and extract my lame sideways teeth, or the thought of being awake for it. *shudders*
A part of me wanted to opt out, but I'm trying to be better about this whole "not hiding when stuff gets scary" thing. So I went over, and the first thing he did was hug me and apologize. Like, a lot. Neither of us is particularly articulate when it comes to talking about feeeeeelings, but basically he'd freaked out a bit over how fast some things were going, and he wasn't really sure why that freaked him out, but he knew he'd overreacted and hadn't meant for it all to come out all stupid-like. And I, to my immense shock, managed to screw up my courage and tell him that what he'd said had thrown me for a huge loop. I told him I was on my guard a little now, because I like him a lot and the whole thing upset me, and a part of me is going to worry that he'll do it again the moment things get a little more serious.
The moment where I realized we were cool was when he acknowledged that I had every right to feel that way, and that he was sincerely sorry for what had happened. He's a good guy, the Nate. I'm glad I decided to push through the "eeeek, communication!" scariness so that we could fumble our way onto the same page. It's funny -- he's had more relationships than I have, but the two I had lasted longer. When you average it out, I suspect we're evenly matched on the relationship stupidity scale. XD Friday night ended on a really good note, so I feel better about things than I did before.
Plus, when we were talking, he referred to our relationship as "going out," which -- considering the phrase "fooling around" or something similar would've fit just as well within the context of the sentence -- made me feel a lot more settled about where all this might be going. Anyway. We're not entirely sure when we're going to hang out this week, since both of us have screwy schedules for the next several days, but he called me earlier tonight just to say hi. So...♥. Definitely feeling better, here.
On a more irritating note, I went to the dentist Friday morning so I could finally get my wisdom teeth looked at, and...yeah, those suckers need to come out. In fact, they're fucked up enough that they kept calling everyone else in the office over to look at my films. *facepalms* Stupid teeth. YOU FAIL. The dentist took one look, and said, "Are you having headaches?"
A little shocked by the question, I admitted that yes, actually, I was -- they'd be constant for a horrible month or so, die down, and then come back again. He explained that it was probably because of my wisdom teeth -- they're completely perpendicular to my other teeth, and so they're pushing against the roots of my molars instead of coming up. Normally, this would force my other teeth to move around and completely fuck up my mouth, but I have a permanent retainer and so nothing can move anywhere. So during those periods when my body is trying to force my wisdom teeth out? The pressure just builds in my jaw and I get headaches. Apparently, this will continue until they perform surgery and yank said teeth from my head. AWESOME.
I suppose it's worth pointing out that I'm absolutely terrified of surgery, and I'm honestly not sure which frightens me more: the thought of being passed out while they cut my head open and extract my lame sideways teeth, or the thought of being awake for it. *shudders*
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