There are two things I REALLY want and need to talk about. Both are time sensitive but I don't have time to talk about them both. I'm going to go with the emotional/boy chat just now and then early next week I can tell you the outcome of the other thing.
So, here's the background... of late, there have been several mentions, well more like cheeky wee references, to marriage. Just the odd thing such as TB's Granny telling him I was a nice girl and to get a ring on there - which he told me she said, and so on.
Last night in bed we got to talking about precious metals (don't ask how we got there) and TB jokingly mentions a metal he likes. It's a metal you use to make nuts and bolts. Oooh - hilarious. What a joker. I then said 'No, no - you want to get platinum or white gold. You don't want anything that's going to chip." This chat went on for a minute more and then TB says, "Why are we talking about this anyway? I don't want a ring. I'm not even thinking about that."
Right, let me just remove that bombshell from where it's landed ON MY FACE. I recoiled, actually recoiled - and then rolled over with my back to him. "Leap year is over for this year" he added.
What the chuff? WHAT? He then realised I was not happy and tried to cuddle in, checking I was okay. Ummm, no - not okay. Not at all. We went to sleep with me still quiet, my back to him. In the morning more of the same. He tried to chat to me but I was still quiet. I thought we were both roughly on the same page. Was I completely wrong? He went off to work with me grunting goodbye from the bed. Later that morning, a lovely nicey-nice text pinged in from him. What was I up to, was I still meeting him after work. I replied nicely - but still with a cool edge. Not because I was trying to be a boot but simply because I did feel cool. In fact, there was a decided chill in the air but I don't think he realised where it was coming from...
... to be continued.