Where do I even start? So I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that I have a roof over my head. And I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that Khaled will likely be just a friend to me if I don’t do something about it.
Having more stuff and more home has been… interesting. In some ways, it’s amazing because of the additional food options, like grilled chicken, mmmm.
Not to be gross, but you know, after you eat, you do other things… And can I just say… it’s amazing–no it’s AMAZING to be able to use the bathroom in a bathroom! Having a toilet made me feel like I was the queen of France.
The toilet was nothing compared to the shower however. Both are cheap because it’s all I could afford. They’ll probably stop working properly sooner rather than later. I know this in my brain, but my heart wasn’t hearing it when I stood under that warm stream of water.
Being able to take a brisk shower to get in the perfect energized mood for work has been invaluable. I’ll get that next promotion any day.
But it hasn’t been all flushable toilets and indoor showers though. The contractor messed up with the outdoor lights. He put them too close to the campfire, and that’s when I learned that putting out a terrifying fire really boosts one’s confidence.
Over breakfast, I was thinking deeply about homeowner concerns. Can I just say that I love that I’m in a position to have homeowner concerns? Anyway, I’m clearly gonna have to tweak the outdoors to make it work better. I want to expand the garden, and I want to keep my campfire without having to worry about burning down my house.
The biggest homeowner victory came when the mail lady dropped off my bills for the week. Even after the renovations to my property, I was able to afford my newly increased bills. Now that’s a victory!
I got back home from work wanting to celebrate the small victory of being able to afford my bills. I thought about texting Khaled to meet me somewhere, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. If we were going to be just friends, then I needed to put some space between us, otherwise I’d never find someone. As if on cue, my phone buzzed.
Dominic was an extremely attractive man I’d met at the Romance Festival. A lot of that night was blurry due to the effects of the Sakura Tea. I could’ve sworn that Dominic was married, but I figured maybe I was remembering wrong, so I said yes, and put on a fancy dress to meet him at Hell’s Kitchen.
I showed up to the restaurant and I was not mistaken about how good looking Dominic was. I got excited because I’ve been wanting to try this Hell’s Kitchen restaurant forever. There were several locations, and this new one in Newcrest was supposed to be the best so far.
Unfortunately, I was also not mistaken about him being married. Before we even went inside to get a table, he made sure to tell me I had to keep our “tryst” a secret as he had a family he could lose. I considered having a full blown temper tantrum, but my upbringing took over. I allowed myself only one huff.
As much as I’d been wanting to try this restaurant, I knew I wasn’t about to try it that day. I would just have to save up more money to take myself out later. I tried to decide if I was going to tell Dominic off before leaving when my phone buzzed again. I hoped it wasn’t another Romance Festival ghost resurfacing. I looked hesitantly at my phone.
Khaled was asking me out, not on a date, but on another plum friend hang. As much as I wanted to decline, I laughed in spite of myself. He knew those festival teas affected me pretty strongly, and he was trying to make a joke about it. Since I had nothing else to do in my gorgeous dress, and I certainly wasn’t staying with Dominic, I agreed to meet with him.
I told Khaled about my almost-date with Dominic. I wasn’t trying to make him jealous, I was just sharing my life with my best friend, but if he got jealous, I wouldn’t mind that as a bonus. He wasn’t pleased to hear about me dating a married man, but after I explained my confusion about the whole Dominic-is-married thing, he understood.
I couldn’t tell if he was jealous or not, and that was very frustrating to me. I gave up for the moment and led us over to the festival. I chose Jokester tea. Khaled again drank no tea.
I wonder why he never drinks the festival teas. It’s not like he’s against mood-altering substances because he joined me again at the bubble blower.
This time I was much better at it. No coughing from this debutante!
Khaled was very proud of me. It was moments like these where I realized I may never find someone as great as him. He was kind enough to not point out my inexperience the first time I tried the bubble blower, but he understood me well enough to want to celebrate me gaining experience.
Goodness, if this man doesn’t want to be more than friends, I may have to look into adoption because I’d just be wasting the time of any other man.