Now I'm His Girlfriend? Part I

I didn't know what to do, so I invited Church Boy out salsa dancing, hoping it would be a fun night out. He was all for it.

First, he gave up 20 minutes into the beginning class that's offered before the club starts. "I... I can't do this." Way to stress out, buddy.

Secondly... He had told me he's not the jealous type. Well, that was a big, fat lie. As I was talking to a male friend, he came around and placed his water glass firmly on the ledge in front of me. Hmmm, okay.

Thirdly, I told him, if he needs to eat something, there's a restaurant in the building, so we could order food. It was getting a little late, and he did have to eat. He ordered an appetizer and a drink, and asked me what I wanted. I just wanted water. He made such a big deal about the bar not giving out tap water. Geez, all I wanted was water while he ordered food and an alcoholic beverage. So, he says, "I'll manage." WTF??? I didn't get it.

We left soon after that and he asked if I could pull over so that he could administer insulin. Now, the part that concerned me most? He gave himself TWO shots of insulin, one in his leg, and another in his arm. I don't know much about diabetes, although my grandmother had it and she never gave herself 2 shots of anything. It seemed odd to me. As I was talking to a friend about this, whose mother is a diabetic, she told me something wasn't right.