Make up sex – maybe.
Hot Nerd: (with a twinkle in his eye) Let’s go upstairs.
Me: (steely) And what do you think is going to happen upstairs?
Hot Nerd: Um… I’m… I’m going to apologize.
Me: Yes. You probably are.
I thought maybe I had gotten through to him. Perhaps it dawned on him that he shouldn’t have spoken to me the way he did a few hours before. Maybe he realized that with the lack of sleep, and the crushing stress that I’ve been under – the last thing I needed was him criticizing me. Maybe he really did hear me when I was yelling over whatever it was he was trying to say at the same time.
(upstairs in bed)
Hot Nerd: (turning me to face him) I’m sorry.
Me: You are?
Hot Nerd: (pulling my face closer) Mmm hmm.
Me: For what exactly?
Hot Nerd: *blink* (pause) You know.
Me: Tell me.
Hot Nerd: (squinting) Uh… you know… what I said…
Me: Which part?
Hot Nerd: … and what I did…
Me: Mm hmm. Which was?
Hot Nerd: Come on! You know!
Me: Yeah, I know! Do you?
Hot Nerd: (laughing, shrugging, and waving his arms) Yes! All of it… I’m sorry for all of it. Everything that happened. Sorry. (trying to kiss me) Oh, come on!
Me: (laughing) You have no idea.
The horn dog had no clue what he was supposed to be sorry for. Or maybe he wasn’t sorry for anything. This of course makes me feel unheard and dismissed.
So, no make up sex was had.
The talking it out, seeing each others’ side, and officially making up will come soon.
It has to…
because I don’t want the next time we fight about tin foil to be just as ugly.