10/26/20— R kept laughing tonight in bed while I was putting him to sleep and I was like, “what?” and he was like “every time I remember that you put the sign there, I think it’s funny.” (I got a BLM sign from the march this weekend and I sneaked-put it on the lawn like right next to our apartment complex sign lol, so you see it whenever you turn into the complex. put it there last night, and still there a day later.) He elaborated that the placement— since it’s not like in front of our home or apt or anything- was kind of like a kid. I think he meant like a kid prankster kind of person, and that made me laugh. haha. idk. I just felt like it.
10/30/20— something that keeps happening to me now that didn’t happen to me when I was single or any other time: I keep finding my underwear/underwear in my pants/skirt/dress/stockings/socks around the house, unexpectedly when cleaning, like days or weeks later. Like stuck inside the couch, rolled under the blanket at the foot of my own bed or tangled in a ball behind his pillows and don’t remember taking them off (until I find them, then I remember). I am just usually very organized about the whereabouts of all my things. But I guess with R + sex, I can get forgetful. But…it’s a good kind of forgetful. And it’s interesting to not have control of every little thing anymore: every time I find another surprising clump of my own clothes somewhere (happens maybe a few times a month, for the past like 25 months we’ve been living together) I wonder, “who am I now?”
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