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Yesterday I went out with Kevin. I had a really great time.
I learned how to use chopsticks at this Vietnamese restaurant, and if I had been willing to spend a long time doing it I could have eaten my whole meal using them. Rock. Then we had coffee at his favorite coffeeshop in Ames, and at ten we saw The Interpreter, which was really heavy. We went back to his apartment, and in the morning we had a too-expensive breakfast and a long talk about cars, and I was back on my way home to Grinnell by 12:30 in the afternoon. I'm pretty thrilled because Kevin payed for everything, so my only expense was gas back and forth, which was, unhappily, a considerable amount. We laughed about our ages a couple times, but it was never really weird. We even made fun of a kid who was out at the same restaurant with a woman who had to be much older than he was. Of course, people were probably looking at us and playing the Kid brother, student . . . probably lover? game, but I actually didn't care at all. 34 is not too old. And we talked about his job, and that wasn't weird either. He might be a professor, but he's not my professor, not even a professor at Grinnell, and neither his job nor my student status created any awkwardness.
I'd like to see Kevin again, but he's pretty busy next week, and then I'm going back to Michigan. He's actually from Michigan, so he's going to be back there a few times during the summer, and he said he would call me when he passes through, but I might have to wait until the fall to see him again. Eh. Timing . . . what are you going to do?
I learned how to use chopsticks at this Vietnamese restaurant, and if I had been willing to spend a long time doing it I could have eaten my whole meal using them. Rock. Then we had coffee at his favorite coffeeshop in Ames, and at ten we saw The Interpreter, which was really heavy. We went back to his apartment, and in the morning we had a too-expensive breakfast and a long talk about cars, and I was back on my way home to Grinnell by 12:30 in the afternoon. I'm pretty thrilled because Kevin payed for everything, so my only expense was gas back and forth, which was, unhappily, a considerable amount. We laughed about our ages a couple times, but it was never really weird. We even made fun of a kid who was out at the same restaurant with a woman who had to be much older than he was. Of course, people were probably looking at us and playing the Kid brother, student . . . probably lover? game, but I actually didn't care at all. 34 is not too old. And we talked about his job, and that wasn't weird either. He might be a professor, but he's not my professor, not even a professor at Grinnell, and neither his job nor my student status created any awkwardness.
I'd like to see Kevin again, but he's pretty busy next week, and then I'm going back to Michigan. He's actually from Michigan, so he's going to be back there a few times during the summer, and he said he would call me when he passes through, but I might have to wait until the fall to see him again. Eh. Timing . . . what are you going to do?