friends, fighting and food

i introduced Ro to my friends (Bee, Style, Newbie, and a handful of others) yesterday. the conversation was mixed japanese and english and overall, things were going well. Ro has been sick lately but seemed to be feeling a bit better and was in a fairly good mood, and my friends didn't interrogate him like i feared they would.

though they did confirm his belief that i drink a lot. when he said he didn't have a high tolerance, they were shocked that *i* would be dating someone who couldn't drink as much as me. my japanese friends also spent a good 10 minutes being in awe that i finally HAD a boyfriend, which he laughed about. (i had already told my Bee, Style and Newbie - the american boys) Ro was a good sport about it all, really. we left the restaurant (okay, they pretty much kicked us out because we stayed WAY passed our 2 hour time limit) and went to a darts bar. they had about 16 different flavor Zima drinks, so we all ordered a different flavor and played two rounds of darts in teams. i pulled out several bulls-eyes half way through the second round, leading my team to victory.

all in all, i was happy that Ro seemed to get along with my friends and they seemed to approve. but then, on the way home he made some comment about something Bee said earlier in the evening. i don't remember how it happened, but at one point i was in bed stifling my sobs and he came over to console me. i started to say how i was frustrated because i thought the night went so well and he had to go and spoil it by being all jealous, and that led to a fight, and him blowing up and walking out. i was so angry; he gets hung up on the littlest comments.

(side note: we got in a fight over the phone two nights ago too. (yeah, i know...sigh.) it was mostly about the job, but a lot of other stuff got pulled into it too. in the end, i finally stood up for myself and said, "stop it. i'm tired of it always being MY fault. it's not always my fault, but you always make it out to be. i'm tired of you always starting fights and me just having to take it." and he said, "then fight back." and i said, "no, i don't WANT to fight back. two wrongs don't make a right. and i just don't want to fight..." we ended at some kind of understanding and i think he felt a little bad...but obviously not bad enough not to pick another fight the next night.)

while he was gone, i cleaned all the dishes, plugged his phone and ipod into their chargers, hung up his clothes, which were on the back of my desk chair (he was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top when he left, don't worry, he's not wandering the streets of tokyo in his underwear!) and attempted to fix the key chain that was hanging on the pull string of my bedroom light. when he blew up and left my room, he pulled it really hard and it snapped (i got pissed and yelled "oi! don't break my stuff!!" he later apologized for it when he got back and saw me still trying to fix it.)

when he got back, i assumed he'd come to bed, so i got in bed only to have him sit on the couch and turn on the tv. so i got up and busied myself. eventually we ended up sitting together on the couch and talked, like ADULTS (imagine!). he apologized for making the comment on the train and realized he was out of line for even making it into a big deal. i pointed out that i finally fought back and all he did was blow up and leave. that it was unfair for him to expect me to sit and listen to him bitch me out but not give me the same courtesy. he apologized again and in the end we went to bed with his arm around me.

and then, because having a bipolar relationship is fun (yeah, right...) we had a wonderful day today. it was the perfect lazy sunday. we slept until 10, which was early considering we were up until 4am, but stayed in bed for a while. nothing like good make up sex. (oops, did i just type that out loud?? ;)) we got up and had black bean and vegetable soup (made the other day by yours truly) and toast. then we lounged around all day. in fact, i can't even remember what we did. around 4:30 we starting thinking about dinner and by 6:30 we finally got ourselves properly dressed and made our way to the grocery store.

dinner was DELICIOUS! we made two recipes from my new cookbook:

pork and cucumber kimchi salad

and
dijon mustard chicken cheese sauté, with green beans and rice
(i never put butter on my rice, but it looked lonely and i felt like it tonight)

usually when we're at my place, i do the cooking and he does the waiting/watching tv then we sit down and eat together. at his place...well, we eat out. haha.

anyway, tonight we made it together and didn't kill each other. we didn't fight or argue about how to cut the green beans or anything equally insignificant. we had ice cream for dessert (hello yuzu sorbet from 7-eleven, i love you!) and in our mini food-comas watched tv (we watched this show (clip from last year) that reminded me of american gladiators) there may have also been some extra dessert before i took him to the station and said goodbye.

just when i'm sick and tired of fighting, he comes back all sweet and wonderful and makes me fall for him all over again...