Well, Jeff came back to the apartment last night. Back to live there, that is, not just stopping in, which he'd done before.
It's sort of amusing how it turned out, in a way. I had been supposed to have Bryan and Andy over to play a game, even before I knew when Jeff would be coming back. Jeff told me he was looking at an apartment after work, then he would come and drop off his stuff and disappear again.
Well, I cleaned up the kitchen at lunchtime, so I had room for company. Then we ended up changing it to Bryan's house because of his back. So when I left to go over there, I left a note for Jeff to let him know there was no need to run away.
I had a wonderful evening. It was fun, I had a good time, I even managed to put Jeff out of my mind completely for a couple of hours, much to my surprise. I didn't really want to go back to the apartment, of course, but at least I started out from a good mood. And by the time I got back it was about 11:30.
Turns out Jeff had decided he'd better skip looking at the apartment, and come back to our apartment to help me clean up. So he came in around 6:30 to find it already tidied, and empty, with only the note I'd left waiting for him.
So, I burbled about my evening for fifteen minutes, whisked myself off to the shower and thought up some new conversation topics, then came out and burbled for another fifteen minutes or so, before going in to bed.
This, I can handle. If I'm busily talking about things I want to talk about, I can keep it from getting too awkward for me. Right?
Anybody have any ideas for innocuous conversational gambits?