She felt weird about their relationship, something was up with him. When they were together it was great...it was his off time she was worried about. He still didn't want to delete his dating profile, and was evasive and insisted that he didn't message anyone anymore. She pretended like it didn't bother her...but it really did. She was trying to be the cool girl about everything but it just felt like she was being stepped on. Everything was on his terms according to what she had going on.
She got off work early that day, and they had decided to go swimming. They swam laps, flirted back and forth with each other, and kissed. She taught him how to do a flip turn, once she remembered how to do it. He decided not to attempt it himself. Eventually a guy came with his two boys to swim, and they decided there had been enough swimming.
They went back to her place and each took a shower separately before heading out to an early dinner. He had been craving Chinese food, and so they went across town to an upscale chain he liked. Their conversation was easy, but also stilted. Quiet. She chalked it up to them both being tired old introverts.
They went to the mall to check out a new store, and joked around about the tennis rackets, and walked around looking at the new stores. She went for his hand, and he held it very loosely, eventually dropping it. She didn't pursue it. She knew he didn't like PDA all that much.
He took no time in another marathon sex session as soon as they got back to her studio. It was still early in the evening, but he had worn her out. They watched a movie and she dozed on his lap on the couch. They stopped the movie for more sex, and then she slept on him as he watched Game of Thrones from the bed. She felt bad about sleeping so much, but she was just so tired. Her thyroid fatigue had finally gotten the better of her from all the marathon sex.
She woke and tried to rally, but he was no longer in the mood. He said now he was tired. She asked if he was staying, and he said he could.
Minutes later, he jumped up in bed and exclaimed "Oh shit, I forgot to feed the dog."
"Can't your dad do it if you call him?" She asked.
"He'll just say that I should be taking responsibility, that it's my dog." He replied. Didn't sound like the type of guy that would let his sons live with him...what was he covering up? He didn't want to stay, she guessed.
"Don't they know where you are? Do they even know I exist?" She asked, hesitant.
"Well, they know I'm seeing someone..." He trailed off, staring at her. She stood up.
"You better go feed your dog."
He left, and she felt empty. She really felt like the dog was an excuse to not stay over, and she wondered what she did wrong to make him lose interest.
