At 11/19/04 10:22 PM, MALforPresident wrote:
and i have a date tomarrow!!!
what a great weekend.
I must be behind. I didn't know you were seeing someone. Of course, you've probably mentioned her before but I've just been skimming the posts in here on account of all the recent homoeroticism so I must have missed it. Not that I mind that kind of thing -- I'm reading up on the life of Kinsey, for crying out loud -- but there's just something about "gasm fluid", as Marcus so eloquently put it, that just doesn't quite appeal to me. But getting back to the point, Mal, you and me are still frighteningly similar. Things are looking up for you in the romance department and, well, things are looking up for me as well. Allow me to explain. But before I go any farther, if you guys would rather hear the slightly more in-depth and funny version of the following events about the night in question, I would like to direct you to my personal blog. The URL isn't really all that important because I've fixed it so that you guys can access my blog at any time just by clicking on my BBS sig pic, but for those of you too lazy to scroll down, here you go. What I'm typing now is really only here for the purpose of easy quotation. That, and so I can offer up just a few more details about the curious happenings of the past two days of my life. So, let's get into it.
It all started Thursday afternoon; two days after I showed up in my new clothes Tuesday and got a nice little reaction from everyone. Even Oriana. There was a split second of momentary shock on her part when she saw me coming down the hall in all that, I tell you. In any case, it was a dreadfully boring day and I just wanted to go home. The night before, I had spent at Oriana's, going over the notes for our Video test and watching Gilmore Girls and since she was being all acerbic to me again at the time, I decided to call her on it. We ended up in the same conversation that we'd had countless times before, with me going on about how she treated me like crap and her going on about how she was going to change. It wasn't exactly an argument but things were tense, you know? Which was why I was so surprised when she asked me if I wanted to do something after school with her. "Sure," I said, "You want to watch a movie or something?". Typical Ben response. A while later, I meet up with her and we end up taking out One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and Psycho from the library. We're at her place now, after dinner, watching the movie, when all of a sudden, I feel something on my cheek. Something that kind of felt like a kiss. Only it couldn't have been. Only it was. "What was that about?", I blurt out. I was never exactly smooth with the ladies. "I don't know," she says. Typical Oriana response.
So later on, we're upstairs and we're talking again. It's quiet, a little before midnight, and she's resting her head on my shoulder. I'm wondering when I'm going to get kicked out of the place, but she doesn't seem to want me to go. "Do you still like me?", I hear. I'm really thinking, "Why do you ask?", but what comes out is, "Maybe a little." An uncomfortable silence passes. "Yeah, I still like you," I say, "Why?". "Because," she says, "I think I like you back."
An hour later, I'm on my way home, my head swimming with ideas. I was going to see her the next day. We had plans to go and catch a movie, but now, was it just a movie? Were we still just friends? I was still clueless the next day when I met up with her in Blenz. It wasn't until two hours later when we were hanging out in a bookstore that the subject came up again. She asked me if I wanted to talk about what she had said the night before. I asked her if she really meant it. I got a yes. In the theatre while we were watching Finding Neverland, I had my arm around her the entire time. My arm was slowly falling asleep but I didn't care. It's only an arm. When the movie ended, I asked her if she needed to be at home at a certain time. "It's Leftover Night," she said, "I don't really care." So I asked her out. "You don't really want to go home for dinner, huh?", I say. "I guess not," she admits. So I say, "Mind if I take you out for dinner? You like Milestone's, right?". She smiled.
Dinner was a little awkward though. I had steak, she had pasta and we both had gelato for dessert, but we didn't talk much for some reason. We would just stare into space a lot. Don't even know why we did it; space isn't very interesting at all. The bill makes it to the table. I pay $53.00 for an hour and a half of virtual silence. As we make our way back home, she wraps her arm in mine. All is right with the world. Then, I ask her why she was so uncomfortable the entire time we were there. She says she's afraid that things will change. I guess she doesn't want to lose me as a friend. She wants me to be around. "Things won't change," I tell her. She perks up. "You promise?", she says.
"Yeah, I promise."
Only problem is, I asked her and she doesn't consider that night to be a date at all. So, right now, I don't know if we're "going out", so to speak. I don't know anything. I'd like to be going out with her, but I haven't gotten anything back from her yet. I guess time will tell. I see her next on Monday, in Video class. Won't have much opportunity to talk there. And I think it's something we need to talk about. I like her and she likes me. That's all I know right now. My God, things are messed up. But what do you all think? Was that a date or not? Come on, I can't do this by myself!
(This is Siena, by the way.)