My absence...

.. should make your heart grow fonder when I do show up.

Thurs night I was invited to Devin's for dinner and movies. We cooked, we laughed, we talked and we discussed Robyn the psycho beyotch junkie. I told him how difficult it was to watch the 'train wreck' and be completely helpless to stop it. His family pretty much told him the same thing. We watched first movie which was the Incredibles. All weekend the "Honey, where is my Super Suit?" has appeared suitably all weekend. He fell asleep about 20 mins into Sky Captain and off I drag him to bed. Now cause Auntie 'Em is here for her visit, and I haven't mentioned this (because thats not exactly the announcement I make walking in the door.. "Hi Dev, we're not doing the nasty cause I'm on the rag k? And how was your week?") he's a little befuddled at my bed attire. The record set straight, he cuddles in and we fall asleep tangled up at about 2am.
554am - phone rings - neither of us move
634am - phone rings - neither of us move
655am - phone rings - neither of us move
711am - phone rings - neither of us move
800am- phone rings - both of us curse and not move
11am we get up, all 5 fucking calls are from pyscho beyotch. We assume she thought he was working on Friday but hello? its Good Friday.
We watched Sky Captain and then I had to go meet my step-sister at the 'rents to do a car exchange and drop off Dad's car. I pick her up, come up, feed cat, fish, dog, take her to her place and get trapped in the parking lot of her building by a drug bust. Can't move anywhere and the cops won't move their cars.
I finally get back to Devin's at 4 and I have to leave by 530 to get the dog at my house and pick up the 'rents at the airport as their flight is early and due in at 6. Off I go, race in, race out and to the airport. The entire flight disembarks and no parents...Devin had given me his cell phone and calls me to tell me not to answer the cell unless I know the #??! Robyn has been calling as she had forgotten her cell phone charger and was coming to get it. Great. I check my vm at home - the parents flight from Miami to Toronto had been delayed due to aircraft servicing so they missed their connection in Toronto and had been reaccomodated to the flight that arrived at 830. So I call Devin and tell him I can either come back or go home again, but would prefer just to come hang out with him and leave again at 8.
We decided when I got back that we were going to go out for a couple of drinks across the street when I got back from picking them up... off I trundle again to the airport to get them. The arrive with the suitcase that appears to have been used in a demonstration on how to destroy one.
Homeland Security had smashed the locks on it in San Juan. Homeland Security smashed the hinges in Miami. And when it arrived in Toronto, it would have never survived as checked luggage. They took said suitcase as carryon from Toronto to Calgary and security in Toronto that you WALK through, had no trouble with the contents of this case.... bloody paranoid yanks.
Off we go out when I get back from the 'rents, and I have an abnormal amount of alcohol and am pretty shitfaced by the time we leave. We cab it back and I curl up on the couch with Devin's sister and walk til about 4 am.
Saturday morning, we get up about 11 and Devin has his nephews and friends sleeping over Sat night for his nephew's birthday.
About noon, Robyn shows up to get her charger. She walked right into his house like she owned it or something. Was mildly taken aback by the fact that I was there. Then she had the gall to ask him for money. Fucking junkies. But, they have no pride when they get to that point. When she had left, she had left a note saying that she'd call in 6-8 months and see how things were as she had been trying to get back together with Devin the entire time she was there. So he sent a note with the charger saying that if this is what she had to offer, then not to bother calling because she had lied so many times, and he is not as stupid as she seems to think he is. But she didn't call at all, which she would if what he had said in the letter was wrong.
He and his brother and his nephews and friends go off bowling at about 330 and I stick around and clean up the house. Its spotless when I'm done. Laundry done, floors swept and washed, bathroom cleaned, bedroom tidied (you'd think we'd had wild nasty sex with the way the bed looked), dishes done and vaccuumed. He comes in and drags me off to the back hall and says "You're going to make me ask you the question that I'm not ready to yet, but things are going your way faster than you think. We need to talk, but later..." and plants one on me that makes my head spin and my toes curl. We do the birthday stuff with The Boys and he drags me off down the hall again.
"I love having you here, I love you in my house, my bed. I am so comfortable with you here, I have slept like a log the past 2 nights with you here, better than I have in 2 weeks." And plants another one and walks away.
His ex wife (we're all friends, its weird), his sister, baby Daniel come down for cake and we are all talking... I needed the eostrogen boost as it was a very male house for quite some time. Then they leave, and we watched Saw. Its not as fucked up as I expected. Weird, but Butterfly Effect was more fucked up.
I went to bed about midnight, I think Devin came to bed about 130. I was half asleep and he cuddles up, whispers goodnight, kisses my cheek and it was game over until there was chaos in the living room as life came too. He brought me coffee in bed as the boys were still in their gitch and we lay there for a bit talking about nothing really.
We watched another movie this morning and watched Celebrity Poker and I came home with another kiss still hanging on my lips...

What does this all mean? I don't know. Sure, I'm skeptical. But, I had a fabulous time.