Being a topic of gossip makes me feel less delusional
With all these rehearsals, I am barely home, let alone on the computer! I'm not sure if this is a good or a bad thing. It's certainly made me behind on messages/comments/livejournal/emails. (Wow, emails came last into my mind. Times really have changed.)
So, the latest on Nice Guy. Our friendly behaviour has prompted a lot of cast-wide gossip in both shows that we're in. This gossip tends to come to the fore when everyone's in a bar after rehearsal kicking back over several drinks. To tell the truth, I like it. It means I'm not alone in thinking we are behaving more than friendly. (Or, it means that people have trouble grasping that a girl and guy can be more than friends, but seriously, I'm having trouble grasping that myself considering the attraction I feel towards him.)
Conversation between me and the stage manager:
"Pretty much what I've heard from everyone I've heard talking about you two is that everyone thinks you're going to hook up."
"So who's been talking about us?"
"... everyone."
"Oh, I hadn't heard anything like that."
"Yes, that's how it works."
And also, can't really blame people for talking since he and I were cuddling on a sofa this evening. OH IT WAS SO LOVELY. I very subtly hinted that I'd like to lean my head against something, and he promptly put his arm and me and drew me to his shoulder and then spent a while softly stroking my head to soothe my "headache". (Okay, I lied about having a headache.) When not doing that, he had a firm grip on my shoulder and would occasionally pull me against him if I shifted away from him at any time. Meanwhile, everyone else did what people do and gradually drew away from us and group together just nearby, occasionally casting us questioning looks and the odd "love huddle" comment.
Then we left together (oh yes rumour mill, have fun with that!), started walking home, a horribly cold and strong wind sprang up and he took my arm, which was adorable. He did drop it a while later when the wind settled down. Tearface. Not long after, a car pulled up and it was some friends we'd left at the bar who thought we looked cold and drove us to our respective homes.
I don't want to think too carefully about the evening in case I start remember things that contribute to my conviction that he's not actually attracted to me at all. Although, when a girl told me I have great legs and should get them out more, he agreed and made two comments on how nice my legs look. Yay?
EDIT: Oh and I totally forgot to mention that the other night he invited me to sleep over after rehearsal just so I could taste his sister's amazing pancakes in the morning. We stayed up late talking and then I slept on an incredibly uncomfortable futon in the spare room. The end. Friendzone. Fml.
So, the latest on Nice Guy. Our friendly behaviour has prompted a lot of cast-wide gossip in both shows that we're in. This gossip tends to come to the fore when everyone's in a bar after rehearsal kicking back over several drinks. To tell the truth, I like it. It means I'm not alone in thinking we are behaving more than friendly. (Or, it means that people have trouble grasping that a girl and guy can be more than friends, but seriously, I'm having trouble grasping that myself considering the attraction I feel towards him.)
Conversation between me and the stage manager:
"Pretty much what I've heard from everyone I've heard talking about you two is that everyone thinks you're going to hook up."
"So who's been talking about us?"
"... everyone."
"Oh, I hadn't heard anything like that."
"Yes, that's how it works."
And also, can't really blame people for talking since he and I were cuddling on a sofa this evening. OH IT WAS SO LOVELY. I very subtly hinted that I'd like to lean my head against something, and he promptly put his arm and me and drew me to his shoulder and then spent a while softly stroking my head to soothe my "headache". (Okay, I lied about having a headache.) When not doing that, he had a firm grip on my shoulder and would occasionally pull me against him if I shifted away from him at any time. Meanwhile, everyone else did what people do and gradually drew away from us and group together just nearby, occasionally casting us questioning looks and the odd "love huddle" comment.
Then we left together (oh yes rumour mill, have fun with that!), started walking home, a horribly cold and strong wind sprang up and he took my arm, which was adorable. He did drop it a while later when the wind settled down. Tearface. Not long after, a car pulled up and it was some friends we'd left at the bar who thought we looked cold and drove us to our respective homes.
I don't want to think too carefully about the evening in case I start remember things that contribute to my conviction that he's not actually attracted to me at all. Although, when a girl told me I have great legs and should get them out more, he agreed and made two comments on how nice my legs look. Yay?
EDIT: Oh and I totally forgot to mention that the other night he invited me to sleep over after rehearsal just so I could taste his sister's amazing pancakes in the morning. We stayed up late talking and then I slept on an incredibly uncomfortable futon in the spare room. The end. Friendzone. Fml.