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So last night I went to Sarah’s to meet the parents. It really was okay, I actually had a good time. I was supposed to get there at 6 but I was really early because I didn’t want to be late and wasn’t sure about the buses. So at 5:20 I’m in front of what I thought must be her building. It’s one those fancy places with a doorman so I asked the doorman if it was the right place, it was, but I told him I was early and didn’t want to go in yet. So I sat on a nearby bench and waited. Five or ten minutes later the doorman is talking to another man and they are looking at me. Turns out it was Sarah’s father coming home from work so he comes over and introduced himself. I explained about the buses and he said that Sarah should have sent the car to pick me up. I told him I liked the bus and it’s no big deal. (I’m thinking they got a fucking car and driver, What am I doing here?) So we rode up the elevator together with me rambling nonsense I can’t even remember now but that’s what I do when I’m nervous.
Sarah seemed happy to see me and her mom and younger sister were nice. While I was helping Sarah set the table I asked her why she invited me and she said it was her mom’s idea and her mom doesn’t take no for an answer too easily. I also asked her if I was being tested and if she would still go to Prom even if her parents hate me. She laughed and shoved me and then said “Of course, you shouldn’t assume they will hate you”. That made me feel a lot better.
Dinner was actually very normal, nothing fancy. We talked about things like where I was going to school, what I would study, the band, the prom, her sister’s upcoming piano recital, just lots of little things. After dinner Sarah and I watched some TV and then her sister, Maddie, wanted to play her recital piece for us. They have a fucking baby grand piano. I mentioned that it was incredible and I found out that Sarah’s mom used to be a concert pianist. I even got to play, this might sound dumb but I have never played on a baby grand and it was awesome.
So at the end of the night Sarah offered to take me home in their car (with a driver). We were going down to the garage and I turned the wrong way and she grabbed my hand to pull me the right way and we held hands for a couple of minutes before she let go. It was nice, I wished she hadn’t let go. The ride home was quiet. She said she thought her parents liked me. I asked her why she didn’t play the piano, she said she quit after 5 years because she hated the lessons, the teacher and the practicing. I offered to play with her and she invited me over after school Wednesday. I wanted to hold her hand in the car but didn’t. It ended with a goodbye, see you at school. I’m now thinking this just being friends is gonna be harder than I thought. The things I’m thinking are not “just friends” thoughts. Did the shove or the hand holding mean anything?
Sarah seemed happy to see me and her mom and younger sister were nice. While I was helping Sarah set the table I asked her why she invited me and she said it was her mom’s idea and her mom doesn’t take no for an answer too easily. I also asked her if I was being tested and if she would still go to Prom even if her parents hate me. She laughed and shoved me and then said “Of course, you shouldn’t assume they will hate you”. That made me feel a lot better.
Dinner was actually very normal, nothing fancy. We talked about things like where I was going to school, what I would study, the band, the prom, her sister’s upcoming piano recital, just lots of little things. After dinner Sarah and I watched some TV and then her sister, Maddie, wanted to play her recital piece for us. They have a fucking baby grand piano. I mentioned that it was incredible and I found out that Sarah’s mom used to be a concert pianist. I even got to play, this might sound dumb but I have never played on a baby grand and it was awesome.
So at the end of the night Sarah offered to take me home in their car (with a driver). We were going down to the garage and I turned the wrong way and she grabbed my hand to pull me the right way and we held hands for a couple of minutes before she let go. It was nice, I wished she hadn’t let go. The ride home was quiet. She said she thought her parents liked me. I asked her why she didn’t play the piano, she said she quit after 5 years because she hated the lessons, the teacher and the practicing. I offered to play with her and she invited me over after school Wednesday. I wanted to hold her hand in the car but didn’t. It ended with a goodbye, see you at school. I’m now thinking this just being friends is gonna be harder than I thought. The things I’m thinking are not “just friends” thoughts. Did the shove or the hand holding mean anything?