OH How a Friend Loveth!

I didn't realize how much I have been blogging about Krzysztof Malewski until he was sitting before me at my laptop reading through my blog himself. Then I felt a little silly. But Kris and I had a little spat today, as we do from time to time, so I will write about Kris yet again.

I scampered off to Warsaw earlier than usual for a Friday since I was to have a second try at my student visa meeting at the immigration office. In short, the meeting went great. The girl who interviewed me was sweet, funny, helpful, encouraging, and furthermore, told me a Polish passport IS within possibility. She suggested first applying for the Polish equivalent of a "green card" and to do that, all I have to do is prove my great grandparents were born in Poland and cough up 640 zl. I say, 'bardzo chetnie!'

From there to class, and after class I was to meet Kris for lunch. Since I knew we were going to eat out, other than my morning coffee (which was Inka today since I didn't have regular on hand) I didn't eat all day hence, by the time 4 pm rolled around, I was starving and a little achy of head.

According to Kris, the following is unfounded propaganda. However, to me it seems lately Kris has been distant. True he is not a 'talker', but being a sensitive soul reader, I just felt Kris had been pulling away from me. Various details of our relationship made me of the opinion that this might ultimately be good for him to spite the fact that I didn't like it, therefore I didn't try to encourage him to 'come back to me' if you will, although I did instigate this particular "date" because I like to share different crazy parts of Adventist-type culture with Kris, one of which being vegetarian food. Putting soy and tofu infront of a pig-eating catholic and watching him squirm just tickles me somehow.

Today however seemed to be the pinnacle of distance and I decided I had had enough. Kris didn't have to do stuff with me, but I'll be naturalized to sit across from someone trying to be my charming self and get NO REACTION.
Dolly: What did you do today Kris?
Kris: Nothing.
Then, he eats 2/3 of his dinner and says, "I'm full." Reason being that he had already eaten which was perpostuous and insulting to me since we planned on going out; he should have left room. Then I caught him even more red handed when I asked him if he had eaten already because he was worried he wouldn't like the food and he said, "Yes."

Oh that was the last Pizza Hut straw!!!! We left by my prompting at once. Kris, being a man, didn't sense at first that something was wrong, but by the time we made it to the WKD after trying to keep up with my flying through the crowds, he figured it out. How did he figure it out?
Kris: Why are you walking so fast? Are you trying to loose me?
Dolly: If I were trying, I would have succeeded by now.
Kris: Why are you so quiet? Are you angry?
Dolly: I'm just trying to make it to this train, you are the one who isn't talking.
Kris: But it is normal for me not to talk. If you don't talk it means you are angry.
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Dolly: That's because I am angry. Well, maybe not angry, maybe just a little pissed-off. No, not even that, just miffed.
Kris: Why?
Dolly: I don't want to talk about it.

Poor Kris, trying to understand the language of a woman. I felt it was nice enough for me to respond to him so cordially at his questions for the next 2 hours, and even to tell him so plainly that I was in fact angry. Any other woman would have kept him guessing in silence.

In short, Kris didn't get off the train in Pruszkow, but the poor chap followed me the whole way home, refusing to depart until he knew why I was angry. Do I applaud this kind of behavior? Maybe not applaud, but wow, such determination. I realized that in the end to keep him waiting for so long was being a typical woman after all, and I am not proud of it. I will strive to be better next time and tell men from the start when they upset me. So I finally told Kris as he was running to catch the Pruszkow train from Podkowa, and in my explaining he missed that train and had to catch the next one. Poor Kris. But at least now he knows that for him to eat two sandwiches at 1 o'clock was not the most prudent thing, and that I do need him to be more interactive in our interactions. ;) And what do I know in the end? Well, I guess if nothing else, that to Kris for sure, I am more than just a side of cabbage. ;)