Better late than never...
Well, that was an interesting night... I haven't seen CB since October, easily. I'm not kidding, either. We talk pretty much every day on the phone, but rarely actually see each other in person. I didn't even see her for her birthday, since I didn't want to aggravate my sinuses with a trip to the Polar Bear's Club, like I've done for the past two Januarys, on her birthday.
So I went over there, and, really, I have no idea what the hell happened. For some reason, her roommate, whom I've met before, who is nice and all, was all intrigued by my presence.
H, as we shall call her, kept exchanging glances with CB. CB's glances were more of death glares than anything else, while hers seemed to be more curious and amused.
CB went to her room for a minute and H nudges me with her elbow. "She's really excited you came over tonight," she said, quietly.
I frowned in confusion. "What? Really?"
"Really."
I sort of glanced down the hallway at C's room. "Why?" I asked, completely honestly.
She smiled and winked at me. "That's for me to know and you to find out." She pulled on her coat. "C, I'm leaving!" she called out as she headed over to put on her boots.
"Okay, later!" she called back.
"Where are you off to?" I asked, trying to make conversation as she tied up her boots.
"Oh, I'm going out partying. Won't be back 'till tomorrow. You and C have the place all to yourselves."
"Oh, okay," I said. "Have a good time!"
She snickered. "Thanks. You too, eh?"
"Uh.. yeah, okay."
She then left, which left me standing in the hallway, while C was in her room.
I knocked on C's door.
"Come in!"
She'd changed outfits, since she'd just come from her meditation group and was just pulling her shirt all the way down when I walked in. I have to admit, despite my not having romantic feelings for her anymore, she's still pretty.
"So H was acting weird," I said.
"Was she?" C replied, looking a little weird herself.
"Yeah. She was all like 'You guys have the place to yourselves'."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. It was weird." It was at about this point in time that something started to clue in for me. "Wait a minute," I said, the lightbulb over my head slowly getting brighter. "What did you say to her?"
"Nothing," she said, way too quickly.
I raised an eyebrow. "Try again," I said, folding my arms across my chest, making it clear I didn't believe a word she was saying.
She sighed and sat on her bed, and gestured for me to sit near her, so I did.
"Okay, she's acting all weird because I accidentally told her something today, while I was tidying up before meditation, and now she's teasing me about it."
"What did you tell her?"
She looked at me for a moment, and the best guess I have is that she was trying to figure out the best way to tell me, going over the different reactions I might have. I started to get nervous.
"This wasn't how I planned it," she began, "but I guess stuff like this can't really be planned out."
"Stuff like what?" (Sometimes, I am so dense, because I'm sure all of you can see where this was going. I, on the other hand? Not a clue.)
"Like this."
And then, she kissed me. On the lips. And not like a certain other kiss she and I have shared, either. Nono, there was no mistaking her intentions on this one. Perhaps stupidly, I pulled away in shock once it all registered. The look on her face was less than thrilled with my pulling away after just a few seconds.
"C... what... why?" I managed to get out.
She shrugged and looked at me, the way I used to look at her when I didn't think she'd notice. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time, now," she said.
And that's about when my head exploded. "You what?"
"I'm sorry, I just... I was going to tell you tonight, and I know you like the whole sappy thing so I had this sort of speech planned, but H kind of wrecked it by getting you curious..."
"Wait, wait, slow down. Tell me what?"
"That I... I don't really know, I'm not sure, but... I think I'm falling in love with you."
If my head hadn't exploded before, it surely would have right then. As it was, I just sort of looked at her and said "Seriously?" in a tone that was, perhaps, harsher than it needed to be. (But dude, I was shocked!)
She actually smacked me with a pillow for that one.
"You have got to be the densest lesbian I know," she said. "How often have I flirted with you? How often have I touched you, told you that I care about you?"
My mind was reeling. "But... all the men!" The woman has slept with so many people (all men) that it sort of astounds li'l ol' me, whose grand total is 2.
She rolled her eyes. "That's sex. Whatever. With you, it's..." She looked at me, somewhat annoyed. "You're totally going to make me be all sappy anyways, aren't you?"
"Sappy, not sappy, I just want to know what's going on," I said.
"With you, it's different, because I really care about you," she said quickly.
"We've known each other for over 25 years now, of course we care about each other."
"It's more than that," she said. And then, she reached out and gently touched my face. C is a lot of things. Gentle with other people is not one of them. My heart actually melted into a little puddle of goo, and I rapidly felt guilty for two reasons.
1) I got over her a year ago. Sure, she's pretty, but I am definitely not in love with her and not on the brink of falling in love with her.
2) JB. I was thinking about JB this entire time, thinking "WRONG WOMAN, WRONG TIME", and wishing desperately I were at JB's having the same conversation with her. Which only served to make me feel even more guilty.
"I know you feel what could be between us," she said.
"I used to," I said, "but after going out to your mom's that one time, I kinda figured you didn't."
"That was all D's fault! He ruined a perfectly good week where it would have just been us, the dog and the cats," she said with a grin.
"C, that was over a year and a half ago! Why haven't you said anything since?"
She shrugged. "For one, I was scared. For another, hello, bar school." She looked me straight in the eyes. "Is it too late? I mean, I know you have this thing for JB, but... really, is it too late?"
Aaaaaaaand the rest of that story will be in a friendslocked post that is forthcoming.
... oh, and did you all know that Friday was Rabbit Hole Day?
January 27th is the Second Annual
LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day!
Fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.
(In other words, everything after the first paragraph is entirely fake, except for the fact that she did change her clothes after meditation. Please, like my life is that interesting, EVER!)
So I went over there, and, really, I have no idea what the hell happened. For some reason, her roommate, whom I've met before, who is nice and all, was all intrigued by my presence.
H, as we shall call her, kept exchanging glances with CB. CB's glances were more of death glares than anything else, while hers seemed to be more curious and amused.
CB went to her room for a minute and H nudges me with her elbow. "She's really excited you came over tonight," she said, quietly.
I frowned in confusion. "What? Really?"
"Really."
I sort of glanced down the hallway at C's room. "Why?" I asked, completely honestly.
She smiled and winked at me. "That's for me to know and you to find out." She pulled on her coat. "C, I'm leaving!" she called out as she headed over to put on her boots.
"Okay, later!" she called back.
"Where are you off to?" I asked, trying to make conversation as she tied up her boots.
"Oh, I'm going out partying. Won't be back 'till tomorrow. You and C have the place all to yourselves."
"Oh, okay," I said. "Have a good time!"
She snickered. "Thanks. You too, eh?"
"Uh.. yeah, okay."
She then left, which left me standing in the hallway, while C was in her room.
I knocked on C's door.
"Come in!"
She'd changed outfits, since she'd just come from her meditation group and was just pulling her shirt all the way down when I walked in. I have to admit, despite my not having romantic feelings for her anymore, she's still pretty.
"So H was acting weird," I said.
"Was she?" C replied, looking a little weird herself.
"Yeah. She was all like 'You guys have the place to yourselves'."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. It was weird." It was at about this point in time that something started to clue in for me. "Wait a minute," I said, the lightbulb over my head slowly getting brighter. "What did you say to her?"
"Nothing," she said, way too quickly.
I raised an eyebrow. "Try again," I said, folding my arms across my chest, making it clear I didn't believe a word she was saying.
She sighed and sat on her bed, and gestured for me to sit near her, so I did.
"Okay, she's acting all weird because I accidentally told her something today, while I was tidying up before meditation, and now she's teasing me about it."
"What did you tell her?"
She looked at me for a moment, and the best guess I have is that she was trying to figure out the best way to tell me, going over the different reactions I might have. I started to get nervous.
"This wasn't how I planned it," she began, "but I guess stuff like this can't really be planned out."
"Stuff like what?" (Sometimes, I am so dense, because I'm sure all of you can see where this was going. I, on the other hand? Not a clue.)
"Like this."
And then, she kissed me. On the lips. And not like a certain other kiss she and I have shared, either. Nono, there was no mistaking her intentions on this one. Perhaps stupidly, I pulled away in shock once it all registered. The look on her face was less than thrilled with my pulling away after just a few seconds.
"C... what... why?" I managed to get out.
She shrugged and looked at me, the way I used to look at her when I didn't think she'd notice. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time, now," she said.
And that's about when my head exploded. "You what?"
"I'm sorry, I just... I was going to tell you tonight, and I know you like the whole sappy thing so I had this sort of speech planned, but H kind of wrecked it by getting you curious..."
"Wait, wait, slow down. Tell me what?"
"That I... I don't really know, I'm not sure, but... I think I'm falling in love with you."
If my head hadn't exploded before, it surely would have right then. As it was, I just sort of looked at her and said "Seriously?" in a tone that was, perhaps, harsher than it needed to be. (But dude, I was shocked!)
She actually smacked me with a pillow for that one.
"You have got to be the densest lesbian I know," she said. "How often have I flirted with you? How often have I touched you, told you that I care about you?"
My mind was reeling. "But... all the men!" The woman has slept with so many people (all men) that it sort of astounds li'l ol' me, whose grand total is 2.
She rolled her eyes. "That's sex. Whatever. With you, it's..." She looked at me, somewhat annoyed. "You're totally going to make me be all sappy anyways, aren't you?"
"Sappy, not sappy, I just want to know what's going on," I said.
"With you, it's different, because I really care about you," she said quickly.
"We've known each other for over 25 years now, of course we care about each other."
"It's more than that," she said. And then, she reached out and gently touched my face. C is a lot of things. Gentle with other people is not one of them. My heart actually melted into a little puddle of goo, and I rapidly felt guilty for two reasons.
1) I got over her a year ago. Sure, she's pretty, but I am definitely not in love with her and not on the brink of falling in love with her.
2) JB. I was thinking about JB this entire time, thinking "WRONG WOMAN, WRONG TIME", and wishing desperately I were at JB's having the same conversation with her. Which only served to make me feel even more guilty.
"I know you feel what could be between us," she said.
"I used to," I said, "but after going out to your mom's that one time, I kinda figured you didn't."
"That was all D's fault! He ruined a perfectly good week where it would have just been us, the dog and the cats," she said with a grin.
"C, that was over a year and a half ago! Why haven't you said anything since?"
She shrugged. "For one, I was scared. For another, hello, bar school." She looked me straight in the eyes. "Is it too late? I mean, I know you have this thing for JB, but... really, is it too late?"
Aaaaaaaand the rest of that story will be in a friendslocked post that is forthcoming.
... oh, and did you all know that Friday was Rabbit Hole Day?
January 27th is the Second Annual
LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day!
Fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.
(In other words, everything after the first paragraph is entirely fake, except for the fact that she did change her clothes after meditation. Please, like my life is that interesting, EVER!)