Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic

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Vows of Love

My best friend's mother hollered in the direction of the phone that I should teach him how to clean. She's been trying for 27 years and it hasn't worked yet. My response: "And you're looking at me why?" I then declared: "I solemnly promise to never inflict housecleaning lessons on you." Which leaves me in the clear if I ever have a method that he wants me to teach him, but I never want to find myself demonstrating something to him while he's going "la la I'm not listening" with his fingers in his ears. (Or his sword out, which is more likely.)

I find it intensely amusing that his mother assumes that I am, or will be, in a position to teach him to clean. I rather fear that this friendship is going to do the thing that some friendships just do, and keep stretching in the direction of happily ever after, but might not ever get there. Well, the joy's in the journey. This story isn't ending after the princess gets married, because that is very sinister.

The conversation didn't last particularly long, but long enough to establish that my current least favorite part of work is, to no one's surprise, Leftover Leftovers Guy. We also established that this weekend was Not Good for visiting, as he was Cleaning House today (thus his mom's remarks at the end of the conversation) and going to see a friend in need of a friendly face tomorrow.

After taking a good long look at the space I have available, I decided that two of the shelves I'd gotten was one too many, and went out to IKEA to return the spare one. Since I was out there, I stopped by Lee Lee's.

Then I went over in the general direction of Darkside's, figuring that I was in the neighborhood anyway, the cleaning was probably over by this time, and I might be before bedtime. I saw the silhouette of a shirtless Darkside wandering into the kitchen, so I rang the bell.

The Darkside was distinctly grouchy. I pointed out that I knew I deserved whatever snarling-at I got. He pointed out that if he says that this weekend isn't a good time for dropping by, then not dropping by would be good. I reiterated the "Yo. Snarl away!" bit. He apologized and decompressed. (I wish I'd had strawberries to cheer him up with.) I told him that I had to go away before he told me to go away, and very carefully did not even ask for a hug.

Feeling very good & smug about having "gotten away with" seeing him. I know that even though I was barging in, he does feel better after he's seen me, and he tells me things in person that he won't admit to being worried about when we're on the phone. He probably wouldn't say some of this stuff to his own mom. I think he did need that.

Next time I see him, though, it's so very hug time.

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