Deja vu

Well well well, today was a productive day--after seeing the baby, I met Keshie for dinner at Loco's and then saw his new place. He brought me back a journal from India to put song lyrics in! AWWWWWwwwww!!! I almost cried, that was very sweet of him. :- ) I told him I was terribly sorry for all my prior meanness (of course the meanness must continue or else it would get weird.)
Then, I know I shouldn't have, I REALLY shouldn't have, but I did: since Kesh lives right near CJ now, I felt compelled to call over after leaving Kesh and see what was doing. I've ignored CJ successfully for months now, but a bug got in me and I didn't FEEL like calling it a night so soon; so I called, and he was excited to hear from me and invited me over. I stayed for hours. We got into tickle fights, played Battleship (we both messed it up somehow), Backgammon (I think I told him the wrong rules), watched our hometown Bills lose a game, watched the Simpsons, listened to Wilco and then I made him play me some Buddy Holly songs live (love that Buddy Holly!) He was on his "best" behavior so I appreciated it and I was more relaxed, so we had more fun overall. Yes, there was the kissy stuff, but I made it into a "funny game" where I tried to escape, so he only got to plant one or two on my lips. It was okay. Then he asked me to marry him and I had a good laugh over that.
CJ's okay, he just has too much physical affection to show--but I feel that we can make it through somehow if I stay firm about my position. I really do like CJ, honestly--we have a lot of fun when he's good; I'll visit him more often if he remains that way. Also, I found it endearing how he kept snuggling me while exclaiming excitedly, "My girl's back! My girl's back!" As if I had been gone for a hundred years. CJ has good energy so when he launches into that it can be very sweet and funny.
I just think it's funny that 5 years ago, I saw his band play and was overcome with admiration and fandom: now, I'm at his condo making him play songs lives and playing Battleship (as true Seinfeld fans, we made each other say "Boom!" everytime we sunk a ship.) I also named a stuffed racoon of his that he's going to use as a prop in this week's TV show (TWISH: This Week in Southern Hockey): Coony, I wanted to call him, but we agreed there were weird undertones to that so he changed it to Scoony.
I'm just glad to have a few friends back, also a great improvement in my health (God-given): let's hope I never forget Who gave it all back! (See Psalm 126)
Overall, a very good day!