Rainy days

I kept telling myself don't do it, don't do it.
Don't. do. it.
yeah.
I did it.
I gathered up Navy's laundry, brought it home, and did it.
again.

Navy called me Saturday afternoon and asked me what I was doing and if I wanted to go grocery shopping. I did of course, just coz I like to see Navy. So I followed him around like a lil puppy at Wally World as he shopped, joking with him, admiring his big ole trucker/biker studliness, thinking to myself how pathetic I am lol. His hair is getting longer again--he always ties it back but when he lets it down. mrawr. He hadn't slept in 24 hours because his biker boss had called on to escort him to Harley D store. That alone brings up my motherly concern--he needs his beauty sleep! His knees kept buckling a bit as he shopped. :/

Then, as we drive to his apartment, he tells me he is going to the doctor on Monday. UMm it must be serious. That freaked me out a bit --a few different things that need looking at. So of course I helped him put away his groceries, then as he mentioned that he needed to do laundry, knowing he was gonna sleep the night away, I gathered it all up to bring home n wash. yeah. i did.

Backtracking here..... Friday night I went out to my new guy's house where he'd cooked me a meal, set the table and everything. A full meal! That was quite a treat. Afterward, we watched a movie. I need a nickname for this one. I'll call him M.

Now, the previous new guy--- the one I kicked to the curb but yet he lingers. I am waiting on an invitation of any sort before I see him again. I refuse to initiate a meeting, to drive over to his place, etc. He remains at the curb.