Besides readjusting to city life, I’m trying to readjust to having a boyfriend again. E and I are going through a bit of a tough time. It’s been six long months since we’ve seen each other, and falling right back into the relationship is much harder than I’d ever anticipated. I feel like I’ve changed so much by being on the road, and he feels like he’s changed so much by being on his own and learning to be independent again.
We’ve decided all the pressure to pick up our four-year relationship right where we left off is just too much to handle. So we’re taking a step back and trying to get to know each other again by just “dating.” Our first date? Playing pool at our neighbor dive. Why is it that the more I drink, the better my hand-eye coordination gets? Even with the liquid courage, though, he still kicked my ass?