This is a story of me shamelessly pressing my gf for what she actually was thinking. I just spent a nice weekend in my mom's country house w her. We were driving back and she asked me where she'd be sleeping that night: at my house with me, or at her house alone. "I guess we'll see how we feel," she said. She's always welcome - wanted - at my place, so when she said "I guess we'll see how we feel," it rlly was, "I guess we'll see how I feel." Towards the end of the drive, my mom asked me where she'd be dropping her off. I asked my gf, and she said she wanted to go to her own house that night. "I'm not sick of you though," she clarified. Ever the curious one, I said, "Ok. So would it be alright if I came to your place?" She responded that I could come over, so long as I didn't stay the night. Since coming over and leaving at night is massively inconvenient for me, we both knew that wouldn't happen. "Why couldn't I stay over?" I asked, still the curious fellow that I was. She responded that that was because it was a weeknight. I pointed out, doggedly, that I had actually stayed over on weeknights before. Moreover, I added that there had been times when it turned out the "weeknight" explanation was a cover-up for "I need some alone time" - which, I added, is perfectly valid, and which I won't take offense by. "Well," she continued, "I wouldn't be paying much attention to you." I said that I didn't particularly mind if she paid little attention to me. "It's just that I haven't seen my sisters in a while," she said finally. "I will want to catch up with them." This is true. She has five sisters and she hadn't been home in a week. She wanted some family time, and they probably wanted some alone time with her, without the boyfriend around. "Why didn't you say so?" I asked. "I was being nice," she told me. Women of OT, please. Never, ever be nice. Ever. Thx.