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So, after a hum-drum day at work yesterday, today and an even more unremarkable weekend, last night I was given cause to not give up on myself and on other guys finding me attractive.
I ventured out yesterday with Cassie (my notebook), thinking that since I had an early-ish shift, I could drop by a cafe to glom some free WiFi. Well, all prospects were bleak for me (Coffee Etc. still has their early-even-for-bankers' hours, and this cafe along the route was apparently closed on Mondays). It dawned on me that there was a spot that I neglected to think about; a this coffeehouse a block away from the Ronstadt Center.
So, once downtown, I got off the bus that would've otherwise taken me home and led to a(nother) boring and lonely night, and walked over to A Shot In The Dark. Not long after I had brought my beverage and sat down in the smoking area, did this guy come by my table and drop off a note before quickly leaving. I thought it was weird at first, but I read the note and (paraphrasing), it said; "I don't usually do this, but I think you're really cute. Call me sometime (his number, his name)."
Though shocked to even be the recipient of such a note, I was cautiously optimistic about it; I mean, no one has ever said something like that to me, aside from on online personal ads and the painfully cruel high school bitches (ie: "My friend thinks you're cute" and the 'friend' is totally mortified). So, as I was gonna blog about it (cuz I'm a dork that way), he comes back, not a half an hour later.
I should probably take this opportunity to describe him a bit. He's Mexican, is sorta stocky, but about my height (5'10"), which I guess I'm trying to say he's not fat, but he's definitely got a chubby little tummy on him (yay!) and a very healthy round face, he has black hair and brown eyes. He's got the total rocker look going about him (though thankfully NOT emo). He has two tattoos on his arms that stick out from his t-shirts and has the thigh-hugging jeans and black sneakers look. We sit and talk for about an hour, playing the ice-breaker game. We have such a great repertoire that I found myself getting thoroughly giddy at the prospect of something happening between us. It's cut unmercifully short by my needing to catch a bus home. He walks me back to the bus station and we exchange phone numbers and hug each other goodnight.
On my ride home, we trade a couple of text messages. We trade them continually into today.
After work today, I head back to A Shot In The Dark, telling him that I'd like to see him again. Once more, we talk and get to know each other. We took a walk around downtown. He's very much into art, he's big on the whole local art scene and plays in a band. We walked toward the five-foot-tall lit up donut that seems to be an object of fascination here in Tucson and showed me its "secret." He also took me up to the new parking structure downtown so we can get a very romantic view of the city. From our conversations, this guy's got a really good head on his shoulders and has lots of direction in his life. I'm very happy at the way things are heading with him and would very much like to pursue it wholeheartedly. We've made plans for a date tomorrow and shooting for meeting up at the All Souls' Day (aka: The Dia de los Muertos) Procession on the 5th.
Though it sounds incredibly too good to be true, I must confess that some issues are present. First, and biggest, he's 17. I KNOW that's totally taboo, but for one thing his birthday's on November 22nd and I won't dare do anything illegal with him until after then. Obviously, this makes him younger than everyone I've ever been semi-involved with. Also, not surpringly, he's sexually inexperienced, which means that when the time DOES come for that (which, I repeat, will not be until AFTER he turns legal), it'll be all on me to get the ball rolling, so to speak. Though I consider myself proudly versatile, I haven't had much experience in taking the lead, so that should be something.
So far, everyone that I've talked to about it (which is only a couple of people), are for the most part supportive, though have the same qualms about his age that I do. This boy's mature for his years and I'm sure he won't go for anything that I'm not comfortable with. Besides, if it is what I'm hoping it is, I wanna make it special and hold out until we're both ready for it. And, us both having the same awkward living (and to a lesser extent, vehicular) situation, such a thing will be challenging, to put it lightly.
So that is the story of the boy who is working to save me from a life of forced loneliness. I will pray my hardest and hope ever so deeply that we can build something good. If nothing else, I can finally say that I may have a boyfriend to call my own. And it's a great and wonderous thing too, I can say I did before turning 25.
So, after a hum-drum day at work yesterday, today and an even more unremarkable weekend, last night I was given cause to not give up on myself and on other guys finding me attractive.
I ventured out yesterday with Cassie (my notebook), thinking that since I had an early-ish shift, I could drop by a cafe to glom some free WiFi. Well, all prospects were bleak for me (Coffee Etc. still has their early-even-for-bankers' hours, and this cafe along the route was apparently closed on Mondays). It dawned on me that there was a spot that I neglected to think about; a this coffeehouse a block away from the Ronstadt Center.
So, once downtown, I got off the bus that would've otherwise taken me home and led to a(nother) boring and lonely night, and walked over to A Shot In The Dark. Not long after I had brought my beverage and sat down in the smoking area, did this guy come by my table and drop off a note before quickly leaving. I thought it was weird at first, but I read the note and (paraphrasing), it said; "I don't usually do this, but I think you're really cute. Call me sometime (his number, his name)."
Though shocked to even be the recipient of such a note, I was cautiously optimistic about it; I mean, no one has ever said something like that to me, aside from on online personal ads and the painfully cruel high school bitches (ie: "My friend thinks you're cute" and the 'friend' is totally mortified). So, as I was gonna blog about it (cuz I'm a dork that way), he comes back, not a half an hour later.
I should probably take this opportunity to describe him a bit. He's Mexican, is sorta stocky, but about my height (5'10"), which I guess I'm trying to say he's not fat, but he's definitely got a chubby little tummy on him (yay!) and a very healthy round face, he has black hair and brown eyes. He's got the total rocker look going about him (though thankfully NOT emo). He has two tattoos on his arms that stick out from his t-shirts and has the thigh-hugging jeans and black sneakers look. We sit and talk for about an hour, playing the ice-breaker game. We have such a great repertoire that I found myself getting thoroughly giddy at the prospect of something happening between us. It's cut unmercifully short by my needing to catch a bus home. He walks me back to the bus station and we exchange phone numbers and hug each other goodnight.
On my ride home, we trade a couple of text messages. We trade them continually into today.
After work today, I head back to A Shot In The Dark, telling him that I'd like to see him again. Once more, we talk and get to know each other. We took a walk around downtown. He's very much into art, he's big on the whole local art scene and plays in a band. We walked toward the five-foot-tall lit up donut that seems to be an object of fascination here in Tucson and showed me its "secret." He also took me up to the new parking structure downtown so we can get a very romantic view of the city. From our conversations, this guy's got a really good head on his shoulders and has lots of direction in his life. I'm very happy at the way things are heading with him and would very much like to pursue it wholeheartedly. We've made plans for a date tomorrow and shooting for meeting up at the All Souls' Day (aka: The Dia de los Muertos) Procession on the 5th.
Though it sounds incredibly too good to be true, I must confess that some issues are present. First, and biggest, he's 17. I KNOW that's totally taboo, but for one thing his birthday's on November 22nd and I won't dare do anything illegal with him until after then. Obviously, this makes him younger than everyone I've ever been semi-involved with. Also, not surpringly, he's sexually inexperienced, which means that when the time DOES come for that (which, I repeat, will not be until AFTER he turns legal), it'll be all on me to get the ball rolling, so to speak. Though I consider myself proudly versatile, I haven't had much experience in taking the lead, so that should be something.
So far, everyone that I've talked to about it (which is only a couple of people), are for the most part supportive, though have the same qualms about his age that I do. This boy's mature for his years and I'm sure he won't go for anything that I'm not comfortable with. Besides, if it is what I'm hoping it is, I wanna make it special and hold out until we're both ready for it. And, us both having the same awkward living (and to a lesser extent, vehicular) situation, such a thing will be challenging, to put it lightly.
So that is the story of the boy who is working to save me from a life of forced loneliness. I will pray my hardest and hope ever so deeply that we can build something good. If nothing else, I can finally say that I may have a boyfriend to call my own. And it's a great and wonderous thing too, I can say I did before turning 25.