IR Day 18 - Part 2

As much as you would like to spend all day in bed with Ingrid, that’s not an option. You feel like after working so hard all week you should get more than this, but it’s not to be. You’ve been ignoring your emails from Michelle for days, and some hints from your mother in her texts and phone calls as well.

There is a ton of adulting that you are falling behind on. You have got to get control of it, because if you ignore it any longer the anxiety will affect your ability to play. The weekend is the only time to try to figure things out.

As you sit in a window nook on the first floor of the Lodge with Ingrid, munching a scone and sipping coffee, you break the news. You have been thinking about what to say and how to say it. You and Ingrid are a couple, but you are not married. And… you can’t just assume that she can read your mind or that she thinks about things the same way that you do. You want to do your best not to screw up, so that means being polite and not being entitled… like you were earlier this morning. Luckily, she found that hot.

“I have a lot to do today,” you tell her. You have learned to keep your sentences short and direct like that so you don’t lose her.

She nods with a smile.

“But can we spend some time together this weekend?” you ask.

She smiles and nods again, looking pleased.

“What do you want to do?” you ask.

She looks uncertain, but you hold her gaze expectantly.

“There must be something that you want to do,” you say. All you want to do is be alone with her and preferably naked, but you can’t just assume that’s what Ingrid wants all the time. She’s so sweet that she’ll go along with whatever you want, but you secretly fear that she’s not happy. You need her to speak her mind. You try to… think about it in a way that isn’t totally self-centered.

“This is your first time in America, right?” you say. “Is there anything you want to do here? Or see?”

That takes that sentence in and processes it, then pulls out her phone and taps on it. She shows you the search result. She has searched for Florida beaches.

“You want to go to the beach?” you ask. She nods shyly.

Do they not have beaches in Sweden? Actually, what is Sweden like? Where is it? It’s in Europe, you are pretty sure. You should probably Google it.

“We can do that,” you tell her, and she looks pleased.