DALE...a kid to remember
Dale, a kid to remember...that's for sure.
Okay, continued on from the last entry I was writing...I fell down a flight of stairs and Dale helped me up. I kept calling him Uncle Dale all night 'cuz I was drunk. Anyways, a few of us decided to go back to Jessi's house and chill. There was about 12 of us there just watching "The Sixth Sense". I layed on the floor 'cuz I felt like I was going to pass out. Eventually Jessi and a bunch of people left leaving only 3 people: some kid named John, me, and Dale. John was on the couch and Dale was on the recliner behind me, which was on the floor. Dale told me that he needed to stretch out, so I went and got him a pillow and offered to share my blanket. He agreed, and we both layed on the floor under the same blanket with our elbows under our heads 'cuz we were watching the movie. By this time I was basically sobered up. My coordination was a little off, but mentally I was all the way there. We kind of talked back and forth for a little while, while watching the movie when the other kid named John decided to pass out in Jessi's bed. Dale got up and said that he was going to sleep in the couch. I nodded as he got up. He then told me that I could sleep with him on the couch so I'd be warm 'cuz I guess I was shaking. So, we both layed on the couch and he put his big, muscular arms around me. We cuddled there for a little bit and I fell asleep. Then Jessi and everyone else came back and woke us up. They started watchin' "There's Something About Mary". Dale and I were still laying on the couch and moved every now and then to get comfortable. He caressed my body with his fingers which drove me nuts from being tickled so badly. Then we layed there for a little while longer. I kissed him. Boy did I enjoy it too. We didn't use our tongues or anything. It was just sweet little romantic kisses. The kind you die to have. Oh, man! Then we fell asleep.
The next morning I went home. He was still sleeping and didn't see me leave. Oh well. I didn't think it would last anyways. Umm, he called me later that day. I enjoyed hearing from him. He said that he wanted to hang out on Wednesday. I agreed. Then, last night I talked to his supposedly X girl friend and she pissed me off. I want to talk to Dale, but he's always with that dumb ass bitch. Fuck it...I'm through with trying. Dale's not the one. He's only number 22. I need to move on so I can get to number 25. Oh well. I wouldn't mind hearing from atleast. Hopefully he'll call me some day...'cuz he's definately a kid to remember.
Okay, continued on from the last entry I was writing...I fell down a flight of stairs and Dale helped me up. I kept calling him Uncle Dale all night 'cuz I was drunk. Anyways, a few of us decided to go back to Jessi's house and chill. There was about 12 of us there just watching "The Sixth Sense". I layed on the floor 'cuz I felt like I was going to pass out. Eventually Jessi and a bunch of people left leaving only 3 people: some kid named John, me, and Dale. John was on the couch and Dale was on the recliner behind me, which was on the floor. Dale told me that he needed to stretch out, so I went and got him a pillow and offered to share my blanket. He agreed, and we both layed on the floor under the same blanket with our elbows under our heads 'cuz we were watching the movie. By this time I was basically sobered up. My coordination was a little off, but mentally I was all the way there. We kind of talked back and forth for a little while, while watching the movie when the other kid named John decided to pass out in Jessi's bed. Dale got up and said that he was going to sleep in the couch. I nodded as he got up. He then told me that I could sleep with him on the couch so I'd be warm 'cuz I guess I was shaking. So, we both layed on the couch and he put his big, muscular arms around me. We cuddled there for a little bit and I fell asleep. Then Jessi and everyone else came back and woke us up. They started watchin' "There's Something About Mary". Dale and I were still laying on the couch and moved every now and then to get comfortable. He caressed my body with his fingers which drove me nuts from being tickled so badly. Then we layed there for a little while longer. I kissed him. Boy did I enjoy it too. We didn't use our tongues or anything. It was just sweet little romantic kisses. The kind you die to have. Oh, man! Then we fell asleep.
The next morning I went home. He was still sleeping and didn't see me leave. Oh well. I didn't think it would last anyways. Umm, he called me later that day. I enjoyed hearing from him. He said that he wanted to hang out on Wednesday. I agreed. Then, last night I talked to his supposedly X girl friend and she pissed me off. I want to talk to Dale, but he's always with that dumb ass bitch. Fuck it...I'm through with trying. Dale's not the one. He's only number 22. I need to move on so I can get to number 25. Oh well. I wouldn't mind hearing from atleast. Hopefully he'll call me some day...'cuz he's definately a kid to remember.