Dare to be different and learn to be lonely

This morning on the bus my futurefantasy bf (FBF) sat down across the aisle facing me. Well, he sat down across from his busbuddy, but let's pretend he chose that seat for me;)
I thought he was going to chat with his buddy, especially since he ignored the guy yesterday to sit by himself to read (READ!). But after saying hellos, he told the buddy he wanted to continue in his book.
I had told you he was reading part two of the Jean Auel series (and how I felt about that;). Well, two weeks ago I noticed he was already in part four and I was very impressed about how fast he was reading, plus he would have totally had to have read at home to get through those books that quickly. I found out the truth when he told the buddy he had skipped part three, because his mom didn't like that one. I KNEW IT; nobody reads that fast. Heh. The books are his mom's. Ahw.
Then his buddy asked if he had watched the footballmatch yesterday-night and ... and.... FBF said he hadn't BECAUSE HE HAD WANTED TO READ HIS BOOK. He didn't even know what match the buddy was talking about. Be still my heart. I did not see that coming, even if I was already in awe of his dedication to the book on the bus. This is a guy who's a footballer himself: he has been dragging his sportsbag with him on the bus for the past two days to go play right after work.

I'm so fucked. As I told my mom: if I already get this much satisfaction from just sitting next to him reading, I can't even imagine how excited I would get if I ever managed to talk to (or even touch) him. I would probably die.

Sigh.