Friends are kind of weird when it comes to romance
Fred and I went on our date. I cooked us a spaghetti dinner, and we watched In Search of a Midnight Kiss. The movie got very brutally honest at some point, which kind of changed the mood of the night. "Have you ever had an experience like that?" "I guess not" "You live life vicariously through film." It was a little weird as I drove her back home. I asked her why she decided to go out with me now.
HER: Because I thought I was starting to get over my ex.
ME: Are you really?
HER: No. I'm sorry.
She went on to tell me she likes me, and considers me to be one of her best friends. I asked her if she wanted to go out again. She said she'd get back to me on that. I stopped in front of her house and parked, with the intention of walking her to her door. "You don't have to park." She said she had fun, and asked me if I wanted a hug. We hugged awkwardly, and she left. I turned the car around, and as I went back down the street, I was tempted to get out and make the bold romantic move and just kiss her. But I didn't, because I'm a pussy. I kind of took the whole you-don't-have-to-get-out-let's-just-hug-awkwardly-in-the-car thing as a hint that she doesn't want a kiss. I drove home feeling very deflated. It still smelled like her cigarettes in the car. My car died yesterday. I feel that's a bad omen.
HER: Because I thought I was starting to get over my ex.
ME: Are you really?
HER: No. I'm sorry.
She went on to tell me she likes me, and considers me to be one of her best friends. I asked her if she wanted to go out again. She said she'd get back to me on that. I stopped in front of her house and parked, with the intention of walking her to her door. "You don't have to park." She said she had fun, and asked me if I wanted a hug. We hugged awkwardly, and she left. I turned the car around, and as I went back down the street, I was tempted to get out and make the bold romantic move and just kiss her. But I didn't, because I'm a pussy. I kind of took the whole you-don't-have-to-get-out-let's-just-hug-awkwardly-in-the-car thing as a hint that she doesn't want a kiss. I drove home feeling very deflated. It still smelled like her cigarettes in the car. My car died yesterday. I feel that's a bad omen.