On the last episode of Random Girl theater, I was in the midst of a super-annoying situation with Twin and was uncertain if I would be seeing him as planned Saturday night or if I would be staying in with a bottle of something and a good playlist. Thank you all for your lovely comments by the way! In case you were curious how the night shook out, wonder no more.
After I declined the family dinner invite, he decided we would stay the course and go out for dinner alone as we had planned. I had made up my mind that I was indeed breaking it off with him by the end of the night. Of course it was imperative that I looked extra smokin' hot for the occasion as to torture him even more as he realized he wasn't getting it anymore. Evil I know, but hey I'm a girl... what do you expect?
Dinner was pleasant. We played nice, kept the conversation high level and free of drama or sensitive topics and had a nice time. On the way home he asked where we were staying for the night, his place or mine? That's where it got awkward. I told him that I thought it was best if he just dropped me off at home. That resulted in stunned silence as he realized I had not intention of us ending the night together.
"The conversation" ensued. He agreed several of my points were valid, I conceded to several of his points as well. It was quite civil. The long and short of it is that he wants to feel more pursued by me and be a bigger priority in my life and I don't really feel that I can give him what he needs. We were very grown up about the whole thing.
By then, we had pulled in my driveway and were at that point where it was time to make a decision on how the night would end. We had taken dessert to go, so he suggested that we go inside and at least enjoy that together. That led to the "why not one last night?" idea as we both conceded that sex was the one thing with us that still worked perfectly and it would be a shame to waste that opportunity.
And perfect it was. Better than any time previously even, which is saying a lot. Go figure. We spent most of the night, a good portion of the morning, in the shower, and again after the shower on the part of our relationship that had nothing to complain about. And then we went to brunch smiling and acting very much like a couple that was still together.
We went our separate ways for a few hours to attend to errands and then he was back again for the afternoon.
Epic. Break up. Fail.
As a side note, we both still acknowledge that although things work well naked, we still have issues with our relationship when we have clothes on. Good sex does not a relationship make. Neither one of us is offering any solutions for that problem at this time, but we both know it's there and that it isn't going away.