Post Date WTFness

So yeah, Miles asked where I was and I told him I was on a date. 

We were in the garage, I was showing him the rewiring that our contractor did in there during the day, and the new switches.  Miles was surprised.

Miles: "Oh... How'd it go?"
Moi: "It was good"

We walked into the house and I told him that I already ate dinner, but there was leftover gnocchi in the fridge.  I changed out of my date clothes and sat on the couch.  My phones was beeping like crazy between my two friends and the first date guy. 

After Miles finished microwaving his dinner and sat down he looked at me and asked

"So, do you want to tell me about your date?"

I'M SORRY WHAT.

Like okay, it's weird/rare enough that we have been able to be okay with living together (I admit that this irritates me more than him), but I AM NOT going to be giving you, MY EX, details about my dating escapades.  I have my actual friends for that.  We are friendly, there is a difference.

Moi: "Um... that's weird, why do you even want to know?"
Miles: "I don't know, I'm curious... Wouldn't you be curious if it were me?"
Moi: "Maybe, but it's just part of moving on"

But the way he said it.  The 'so, do you want to tell me about your date' part.  It was blurted out, but there was like an emotional undertone, I could tell he probably said it in his head a few times before he actually said it.  I was floored either way and quickly texted this to both of my friends who were like UMMMM WTF.

Moi: "He was nice, has a good job, good head on his shoulders. Seems pretty confident and knows what he wants/is looking for, we are planning to see each other again"
Miles: "Good. Sounds good."

::screaming internally::

I told Miles that I haven't told him my living situation, and honestly, I don't know how I am going to bring it up.  Miles just commented 'yeah' on that part.  Personally, I also don't know how I feel about if/when the time comes for sleep overs if I will let him come over.  If it even progresses to that.  I do feel like that's rubbing Miles' nose in it, but it's my house too.  This is why ex's shouldn't live together.  This is why he should have stayed in San Diego. 

After my best friend visited the other weekend when Miles was here, she says to me "I think he wants to get back together" my answer was so what?  That is not my problem.  It really isn't.  I don't get that vibe at all.  I've made the mistake of getting back with almost every guy that has come crawling back and nothing good came out of it.  Granted, Miles is different from all of them, but he still made some major fuck ups and I'm still dealing with the feelings of hurt because of those fuck ups. 

Not dealing so much that I am not ready to date again, but I know that I am more fragile than I like to think.  Plus, if he really wanted to get back together with me, then he could--I don't know--fucking try.  What a concept.  He could ask me out to dinner or have a fucking conversation about it.  I'm always open to a conversation, but honestly, it would take a fucking miracle for a second chance. 

I don't believe in miracles.