Detective Jack

Yeah yeah yeah...long time, no blog. Whatever. Sue me.

I am trying to not call my insignificant other my insignificant other. I must choose a new, more fitting name for him. The options are:
a) my non-carnal lover
2) my non-spouse
iii) my no-we're-not-dating-and-never-have-but-it-seems-like-it-and-well-it's-complicated-he's-just-my-friend...sorta

I was calling him my insignificant other because it was like he was my significant other, but he wasn't, so he was insignificant. However, this term has been used to describe what I usually call a f*ck-buddy, and has caused some confusion. So, I need a new term.

Anyway, my non-spouse moved into my immediate 'hood on Saturday. Bright and early Saturday morning, I helped him haul boxes (the joy of owning a pickup truck). We took a break for brunch outdoors at a cafe in the area, but hauled stuff for a total of seven hours. He then had to go to meet up with some friends and I went to work out and have a nice evening of my own.

The next morning, he called me before 10:00. I nearly fainted (he never wakes up that early). He caught me as I was headed out to meet up with a friend to work-out. Just after I hung up, tucking my phone away in my gym bag, I heard my name being called and there he was, sitting on the stairs of his new building. After I finished working out, I gave him a call to update him on my day's plans. I hung up and, ten steps later, ran into him on the sidewalk. We walked back to my place and played video games until I had to go meet my parents for lunch. He then walked me to the corner, asking me to call again when I was done with lunch.

Lunch ended and I called, as requested. He came over to play more (cooperative mode Rebel Assault III on my GameCube), we then went out to dinner and then over to another friend's place for the rest of the evening, after which he walked me to my door. Five steps after my front door closed, he called to ask one last thing he forgot to earlier. In a moment of boredom today, I calculated that we spent 16.5 of my waking hours with each other this week-end.

I'm twenty friggin' nine years old. this thirteen year old sh*t shouldn't be happening to me, you know?

Anyway, I feel sort of like my territory has been moved-in on in a way. My routes I take when I run errands or go to the gym all run right by his front door. He only moved two or three blocks, but he is so close that it just feels like he is always there...more than usual. It used to be easy to just blow-off any thought of him when I would have my me time (walking around my area), now, it is much more difficult to do that.

Dunno. Any suggestions? Clarifications? Comments are quite welcome.