I went out with him again last night. It was so nice. We went to eat, then sat in the park trying to decide what to do, which was good but a little nervewracking as I was worried someone we knew from work would come by and our cover would be blown. We ended up going back to his apartment to watch Cannibal: The Movie. On the car on the way there, he expounded at length on how this was a bad idea, setting a negative precedent, that there needed to be ground rules, etc. I thought it made hella more sense than sitting in a public park. I think he's a little confused, he thinks he can stop this freight train we're on. And realistically, either one of us could, but I don't want to, and when he's with me I know that he doesn't want to either. So I'm just along for the ride and enjoying myself when he doesn't freak me out with the constant guilt trips.
Anyway, the first time through the movie we were very good and sat watching it, even though his couch is really a futon in the down position. So it was a little hard, I was very conscious of him next to me the whole time. By the second time through, there was much kissing and touching as we worked our way through the commentary in which Trey Parker and company grew progressively drunker. Then I stayed on for a while later. Till 3:30 in the morning. I've never been good with the whole baseball metaphor for dating so I'm not sure what bases were rounded, I just know that we both had a good time. But it is weird at work. He'll look at me with this look on his face that just is so wistful. He's jumping the gun a bit on the doomed romance thing, I think you have to conduct a romance before it can be properly doomed, and two dates do not a romance make. Or pseudo-dates. I have been assured that they were not real dates. You know, this is the first relationship I've started with someone who actually lives near me, and who I met in person before having an interest in (I'm actually proud of that) and it's still a fucked up relationship. But really fun whenever my brain is disengaged.
Posted by minka at April 26, 2004 10:28 PMhey I don't know whether you wanted anyone to reply, but I just stumbled across your site...and I must say your writing style cheered me up.
Although, just like me you can be sceptical, you seem to have a wicked sense of humour. I don't know if your intentions were to brighten my night...but you have :-)
I haven't read all your enteries but no doubt I will in time.
My troubles are too many to list, being kicke dout of flat, bailiffs at the door...and it's seriously not my fault! All this and Final year Exams less than 2 weeks away! If ya want more info, I'm always happy to divulge...but like i say, I dunno if ya wanna hear it! But needless to say, life has been playing some practical jokes on me.
Anyway i hope things go well for you from now on...and good choice with cannibal : the Movie! Funny as hell...
Anyway, I guess I should stop with my irritating babble and just leave you alone for now!
Adios
Posted by: GoldenBoy at April 27, 2004 04:34 PMUmm, doesn't anyone at your work read your blog?
Also, just because things are a little weird doesn't mean your relationship qualifies as fucked up. Now that hockey player who tried to have his agent killed. . . their relationship was fucked up.
xow
Posted by: willpie at April 30, 2004 06:59 AMno, they don't. cause i haven't told them about it. and i won't. EVER.
Posted by: minka at May 1, 2004 01:04 PMFor 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard... martha Be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Posted by: martha at December 3, 2004 03:33 AMA jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. mike I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood.
Posted by: mike at December 3, 2004 03:33 AM