They call her love
There needs to be something said about the subtle nuances, the secret happenings that let you know you're falling for someone much later after the events have passed. Since it's around the 1 year anniversary where I met Jason (which was celebrated with a trip to the Hunter's Head Tavern, cider, and followed with the Naked Mt. Winery) I wanted to list a few.
When I first approached the metro wearing two silver necklaces, jeans, a black top stolen from Nelson's sister once upon a time and cute striped flats. I had never met the crew Kevin and Erin had hung out with and accrued in my absence but I was very excited at the prospect of meeting them. I scanned the crowd of all boys as they came back from the metro's ATM machines, and thought them nothing special. My eyes did linger for a moment on the only white kid in the entire bunch, (tall, willowy, in jeans and boots). They smiled, I smiled and into the car we all piled into DC for Erin's birthday. In the car Kevin turned to me and asked, "So what do you think of that Jason kid?" I replied, "Ehhhhh." For truly I hadn't formed an opinion of him yet.
It was only when we were standing outside Sticky Rice, waiting to be seated when I began to engage in my own unique form of flirting (right), ragging. Jason was telling everyone how he doesn't like rice and with a smile on my face I asked him, "Why the hell are you at a Japanese restaurant if you don't eat rice?" He returned my shit eating grin and from there we spoke with other people for awhile. It was while we were in the restaurant that I couldn't stop thinking about him. I found myself looking for an excuse to go outside. Finally I extracted myself from the table and went outside to check on him and the group. Actually I think the diss happened after I came out the second time. The next big indicator came when I was being eyed by another guy in the group. He would lean his body toward me in an attempt to initiate contact and I kept wishing Jason would come up and nudge him away. Even when we first got to the Palace of Wonders I had been looking for Jason to come back with his group from their adventures at the deli. We got to talking later after we bought each other drinks and my interest was pinged again when I learned he loved to hike. It was very easy to talk to him and when the night was winding down I was one of the ones pushing for us to continue at his house. I got another buzz when I found out his house was less than five minutes from mine.
When I woke up the next morning (or in the middle of the night) I remember switching positions on my half of Jason's "L" shaped couch to face him on the narrow cusion. I wrapped his arms around me and I could feel the beat of his heart. What overcame me at that moment was the deepest sense of peace and "rightness" I had felt in many months. Then another memory came to me, one right before I fell asleep. Jason was bored so he put on "A Garfield Christmas Special". Right then I knew he was a very special person and I challenged him through half drunk, drowsy hazed sleep that I could recite the entire thing word for word. He didn't believe me and started skipping through scenes and my childhood came rushing back to me in the form of a VHS tape my parents had done for Richard and I to watch every Christmas. I fell asleep mimicking Garfield's sarcastic skepticism of the holidays not able to see Jason staring at me in awe and rapt fascination.
When I first approached the metro wearing two silver necklaces, jeans, a black top stolen from Nelson's sister once upon a time and cute striped flats. I had never met the crew Kevin and Erin had hung out with and accrued in my absence but I was very excited at the prospect of meeting them. I scanned the crowd of all boys as they came back from the metro's ATM machines, and thought them nothing special. My eyes did linger for a moment on the only white kid in the entire bunch, (tall, willowy, in jeans and boots). They smiled, I smiled and into the car we all piled into DC for Erin's birthday. In the car Kevin turned to me and asked, "So what do you think of that Jason kid?" I replied, "Ehhhhh." For truly I hadn't formed an opinion of him yet.
It was only when we were standing outside Sticky Rice, waiting to be seated when I began to engage in my own unique form of flirting (right), ragging. Jason was telling everyone how he doesn't like rice and with a smile on my face I asked him, "Why the hell are you at a Japanese restaurant if you don't eat rice?" He returned my shit eating grin and from there we spoke with other people for awhile. It was while we were in the restaurant that I couldn't stop thinking about him. I found myself looking for an excuse to go outside. Finally I extracted myself from the table and went outside to check on him and the group. Actually I think the diss happened after I came out the second time. The next big indicator came when I was being eyed by another guy in the group. He would lean his body toward me in an attempt to initiate contact and I kept wishing Jason would come up and nudge him away. Even when we first got to the Palace of Wonders I had been looking for Jason to come back with his group from their adventures at the deli. We got to talking later after we bought each other drinks and my interest was pinged again when I learned he loved to hike. It was very easy to talk to him and when the night was winding down I was one of the ones pushing for us to continue at his house. I got another buzz when I found out his house was less than five minutes from mine.
When I woke up the next morning (or in the middle of the night) I remember switching positions on my half of Jason's "L" shaped couch to face him on the narrow cusion. I wrapped his arms around me and I could feel the beat of his heart. What overcame me at that moment was the deepest sense of peace and "rightness" I had felt in many months. Then another memory came to me, one right before I fell asleep. Jason was bored so he put on "A Garfield Christmas Special". Right then I knew he was a very special person and I challenged him through half drunk, drowsy hazed sleep that I could recite the entire thing word for word. He didn't believe me and started skipping through scenes and my childhood came rushing back to me in the form of a VHS tape my parents had done for Richard and I to watch every Christmas. I fell asleep mimicking Garfield's sarcastic skepticism of the holidays not able to see Jason staring at me in awe and rapt fascination.