Happy Home

I had a really good date this weekend. Actually, my first ever with a boy.

He came over to my house Saturday morning and I beasted him at scrabble by 50 points. We headed downtown for lunch (he forgot his card in his car, so i covered him). In return for me covering his lunch, he bought me a copy of wuthering heights (…and did a dramatic reading) and some ben&jerry’s. After that, we headed back to my apartment and chatted for a few hours. There was a friendly awkward moment where he leaned in to kiss me at the door, but I shied away.

He left because my friend Jessie came over to go to the shooting range. Jess & I had an awesome time. Shot an M16 in heels. Went to a diner downtown for some pie. Then things got interesting.

We went to a hookah bar for the first time. IT WAS AWESOME. Pina colada, strawberry margarita, & black fog flavored smoke. Satan’s Twin showed up. I’m excited because, y’know, one of my closest friends (Jessie) is meeting/scoping out potential boyfriend material. Then my friend Boy With Plant stopped by. We leave the bar around midnight…

While at the hookah bar, I’d asked if ST considered our outing a date. “Well, I haven’t really done anything for you yet so we’ll see what we can do after here.” We ended up renting Secretary & munching on popcorn/dark chocolate with orange at 1 am. Stayed up really late talking. Slept in bed together, no nudity. Lots of biting. Bit of face-slapping. And then there was the part where I said, “Take me outside, push me against the wall, and kiss me.”

Kissing. In the pouring rain. In PJs. With my legs wrapped around his waist. It was kind of amazing. We eventually went to sleep. No sex. Breakfast the next morning, and we watched Mulholland Drive. Sat there feeling like complete idiots (both of us—how many ways are there to interpret that movie?!).

I do believe we’re dating. I’m not putting any pressure, or rushing things. I’m just trying to let things come as they will. I just met this kid Thursday. Unreal, huh? Maybe he’s my second chance at Sam. Maybe I’m just destined to have Scorpios in my life. I’ll try not to analyze too much…