Over the weekend, my boyfriend Z (and his roommate M) had a new roommate D move in; so now there are three of them in their house.
The new roommate is someone that both Z, M and I went to high school with; and is someone that both Z and I were good friends with. Z and I also are friends with the new roommate’s girlfriend- who happens to be fellow 43thinger borderchick406. She and I thought that maybe we could all hang out after the move was done, get some food and watch a movie or something.
So, on the day of the move, when they were finished, I went over to their house and we watched the most recent HP. (Poor M hadn’t seen it yet and we kind of talked through it, so I left my copy for him to watch again later lol) We also played fooseball; and by that I mean that everyone else played and I sucked…but that’s okay lol I’ve only played once before in my life so I knew I would be awful, and I got to make the worst player there look good so it wasn’t a total loss.
The best part was that I wasn’t asked “how are you” or “what have you been up to”...which are the two hardest questions for me to field as I almost constantly feel awful (including that day) and I’m not “up to” anything but doctors visits. That’s the one benefit of new roommate’s girlfriend being on 43things; she already knows what’s going on with me and what I’m going through.
Towards the end of the night I was feeling sick and my chest was hurting; so I’m glad that Z was able to read the signs and ended our portion of the night early-ish (midnight) so I wouldn’t feel embarrassed. One of the many reasons that I love him.
Overall, I’m glad I went. I was feeling poorly most of the day, but I pushed myself to go and had a pretty good time. Everyone was kind, and I think I heard M talk more than I’ve heard in a long time.
Afterward, and even now, I’m feeling incredibly insecure about it though…I’m surprised at how different I am now from a few years ago and find myself to be someone I wouldn’t want to be around. I’m sure it’s all in my own head though as no one else seemed put off by me.
I realized later that night when I was telling a friend that I went out that it’s been years since I’ve been out with anyone for any extended period of time. I hadn’t seen new roommate and his girlfriend in almost four years and I haven’t ‘hung out’ with anyone in close to three years. YEARS.
It was a big deal (for me).