I've obviously been thinking about this whole situation a lot lately. It's kind of been at the front of my mind about 23 1/2 hours a day. And now that the initial emotional rush has quieted a bit (partly due to typing all this stuff out. it really is incredibly cathartic) I've got a somewhat better sense of my own feelings. Hearts do speak, but usually only in whispers. There must be quiet in order to hear them.
His Hairyness and I are going camping again this weekend. This time we're going with his flatmate, his flatmate's gf, and another chick, so it'll be a right party. When we get back on Sunday i'll sit him down (read: tie him to a piece of furniture so he can't run away) and have a proper conversation.
The Pirate is coming over for dinner on Monday, at which point I'll be able to clear the air a bit. I've got questions I need to ask him, things I need to tell him, etc. (I'll try to keep it from being too heavy. I don't want to scare the boy off, but after last saturday I get the impression he's not too easily scared. :-)
So by next tuesday I'll be able to give you a full report on all the goings on. I strongly suspect the majority of issues will be sorted out by then. I'm still not sure exactly what I want, but I've got a pretty good idea of what I don't want. Progress of a sort, i s'pose. Stay tuned.