Continued
Sunday. Flyboy meets me in Batesville before we go out to this family's cabin out in the boonies near Sardis Lake. After we get to the cabin, he says, Aren't you glad we met Friday? And he's right - it would have been a strange first date, going waaaaay out there with someone who I don't really know.
I was nervous, just, I don't know, the situation. So what to do when you're nervous and alone in the middle of nowhere with a near stranger? Why drink, of course! I had my first shot ever of Jagermeister. And another. And later on, another. Yep. As one might imagine, that calmed me down so that he and I could talk properly without my giggling (I giggle like crazy when I'm nervous). We sat outside on the pier and talked for a while. It is really nice out there; if I was him, I'd be there about every weekend.
But it was hot outside, so we went back in, watched a movie, made out for a while. He is a good kisser. For real. It was fun.
Later we ate dinner, watched another movie, drank more beer. Eventually, we just turned the volume down on the movie we were half watching and listened to music instead. That was fun. I'd make a request, he'd find it on his laptop, we'd sing. It was just fun, hanging out with like that.
Later that night, we sat on the pier and talked some more. He says when we came back in, I stumbled about, grasping furniture as I tried to navigate to the bookcase where the movies were, as I was bound and determined to watch something else. That done, I sat down beside him, handed him a CD and said, Play number six. He said I then promptly passed out. I prefer to think of it as taking a nap, but whatever. He woke me up about 20 minutes later with a glass of water, which I gulped down before going to sleep.
Already, I am not hearing the end of how I wussed out and fell asleep. In my defense, we had been drinking since something like 4:00 that afternoon and the passing out took place well after midnight. That ain't bad, especially for a girl.
I left the next afternoon and have had a semi-freakout since then. I'm thinking I *like* him and it freaks me out. He gives the impression that he likes me, too, but still it's disconcerting.
I wondered what it would be like this week, but I've heard from him everyday AND we have plans to get together Saturday evening. Although...said plans came about kinda because I let him know I'd be in the area, as I'm driving a friend back to Oxford Saturday afternoon, so I'm a little...unsure...or something as to whether we would have gotten together otherwise. I mean, I *think * we probably would have but I guess I'd just feel a little better about it had he brought it up. But really, does it matter that much? I'm guessing if he didn't want to see me, he easily could have come up with an excuse, right?
Of course, I'm such a complete neurotic girly girl that I'm ALREADY wondering if he'll suggest seeing me after this weekend.
Geez. I fucking hate being like this.
In other news, I emailed Tyler Durden Tuesday and heard back from him yesterday. He apologized for not writing, asked I was, how the writing project was coming along. He's exhausted and ready for a break.
I've had a couple of nice long emails from CyberGuy, as well.
So. Again. What do you think?? What does this sound like to you??
I was nervous, just, I don't know, the situation. So what to do when you're nervous and alone in the middle of nowhere with a near stranger? Why drink, of course! I had my first shot ever of Jagermeister. And another. And later on, another. Yep. As one might imagine, that calmed me down so that he and I could talk properly without my giggling (I giggle like crazy when I'm nervous). We sat outside on the pier and talked for a while. It is really nice out there; if I was him, I'd be there about every weekend.
But it was hot outside, so we went back in, watched a movie, made out for a while. He is a good kisser. For real. It was fun.
Later we ate dinner, watched another movie, drank more beer. Eventually, we just turned the volume down on the movie we were half watching and listened to music instead. That was fun. I'd make a request, he'd find it on his laptop, we'd sing. It was just fun, hanging out with like that.
Later that night, we sat on the pier and talked some more. He says when we came back in, I stumbled about, grasping furniture as I tried to navigate to the bookcase where the movies were, as I was bound and determined to watch something else. That done, I sat down beside him, handed him a CD and said, Play number six. He said I then promptly passed out. I prefer to think of it as taking a nap, but whatever. He woke me up about 20 minutes later with a glass of water, which I gulped down before going to sleep.
Already, I am not hearing the end of how I wussed out and fell asleep. In my defense, we had been drinking since something like 4:00 that afternoon and the passing out took place well after midnight. That ain't bad, especially for a girl.
I left the next afternoon and have had a semi-freakout since then. I'm thinking I *like* him and it freaks me out. He gives the impression that he likes me, too, but still it's disconcerting.
I wondered what it would be like this week, but I've heard from him everyday AND we have plans to get together Saturday evening. Although...said plans came about kinda because I let him know I'd be in the area, as I'm driving a friend back to Oxford Saturday afternoon, so I'm a little...unsure...or something as to whether we would have gotten together otherwise. I mean, I *think * we probably would have but I guess I'd just feel a little better about it had he brought it up. But really, does it matter that much? I'm guessing if he didn't want to see me, he easily could have come up with an excuse, right?
Of course, I'm such a complete neurotic girly girl that I'm ALREADY wondering if he'll suggest seeing me after this weekend.
Geez. I fucking hate being like this.
In other news, I emailed Tyler Durden Tuesday and heard back from him yesterday. He apologized for not writing, asked I was, how the writing project was coming along. He's exhausted and ready for a break.
I've had a couple of nice long emails from CyberGuy, as well.
So. Again. What do you think?? What does this sound like to you??
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