ok, so here's the chant on things between mikey and me:

tuesday night, he returned my phone call from last weekend. we talked briefly, but spent most of the time in silence, both of us unsure of what to say.

wednesday night, he called again. that time was better. we were actually able to talk for a while, and even moved beyond talk of The Argument into idle chit chat ("how was your day?" and so forth). before hanging up, he asked if i'd have dinner with him on Thursday night, so that we could talk.

done.

last night, we managed not to talk about what had happened in the previous week, and instead talked about what we would like to have happen over the coming weeks. so far, we've agreed to this:

• we didn't like breaking up, so we're overturning that decision.
• Coupleness (i'll make up words if i want. bite me) will not be reinstated fully to its Before Argument status. there will be limitations:
  1. much, MUCH less time will be spent together.
  2. i will never mention his family again.
  3. he'll stop being so goddamn grouchy after work.
  4. i'll stop being so goddamn chipper after watching Buffy.
  5. he will no longer feel pressured or obligated because of some glib gibe i've made.
  6. i will cut down on the number of glib gibes i make.

we were unable to reach any further accord because he had other promises to keep. the negotiations were postponed until tonight.

until a few minutes ago, i was reading various political news stories, articles, and editorials, and i'm feeling a bit slimey now. actually, things last night weren't so formal. we had a pleasant dinner, with the conversation alternating between talking out our situation and discussing the cute waiter. after dinner, he took me home, walked me to the door, and kissed me goodnight. he left, and i crept cat-like up the stairs and into my room so my roommate wouldn't know i was home.

so... um... that's all.