Night of watching the living dead...

When I told Owen I had Night of the Living Dead on DVD, he suggested that we watch it at his house on Halloween night. He invited a couple of (female) friends to join us. He informed me later, "The whole thing was kind of a test."

I said, "Oh great, another goddamn test! Just what I need."

"Yeah!" He laughed. "This one was good because I've talked quite a bit about you to Lucy but hardly at all to Mary. So it will be interesting to see what they think."

"Well, I liked them. They seemed nice. I mean, why wouldn't they like me?"

"I don't know. We'll see what they have to say."

"Do you really think they'd say mean things about me? They don't seem like the types."

"Oh, but they are. They totally are."

"Really. Well maybe you don't need to tell me what they say. Unless it's good."

Of course, it's not like I don't care what my friends think about Owen, but I assume they will like him because I like him and and because he is likable. I figure the same will be true with his friends. So far, I've gotten along with all of them--but, until last night, I'd only met the guys.

I said, "You know, I knew it was a test. You already told me."

"I did? When?"

"It was a couple of weeks ago and we were out at the bar. You said, 'The real test is when you meet my female friends.' And then you invited me home for Christmas."

"I said that? Oh."

But it's not like I wouldn't have been on my best behavior anyway. Not only do I want to make a good impression on his friends but I don't want to embarrass him. Owen should be commended for his good taste in choosing me as a girlfriend--and I wouldn't want to do anything to screw that up! Damn straight.

Last night was also our first mid-week sleepover. It went rather well. It was a friendly, social evening, due to the movie-watching event. Owen had pizza and beer for us to eat and was a good host. I brought Halloween candy. Amusingly, when we put the movie in, Owen and I were sitting on opposite sides of the room--we each blamed the other for sitting so far away. He said: I couldn't sit on the couch with you and Mary! I thought, "Why not?" I resolved that awkwardness by getting myself some water halfway through the movie and relocating next to Owen. We proceeded to hold hands, lean on each other and generally engage in all kinds of quiet cuteness (no kissing!) that I find terribly annoying to be around. Oh well. Hope the other guest didn't hate me.

After we were on our own, he ran down the morning shower schedule for me--which seemed to leave very little room for me to take a shower. Well, I could take a leisurely shower if I planned to leave after Owen and Barry (the roommate). I grumped about that in the morning, but I managed to squeeze in a quick shower and also leave at the same time as the guys. I don't know why, but I wasn't comfortable hanging around the house on my own. Getting out with them also got me to work at 8:30, a more than reasonable arrival time.

Also, I was mildly grumpy for much of the evening. It was almost like the grumpiness from the weekend carried over to Tuesday. So frustrating. Owen was a good host and fun to be around, as usual. Yet, I felt slightly off--like he wasn't paying enough attention to me? Nah, that wasn't it. Like, he should have been doing something different...but even in the moment I could see that I needed to be doing something different--but what? Maybe something like relaxing and enjoying myself and not worrying so goddamn much about nothing? Yeah. That might help.

Grateful for: a good night.

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