-The beginning-
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tonight I’ve come home from a typical evening spent at your house- in a complete state of bewilderment (for lack of better words) I’ve got this urge, and I’ve had it for some time now to write it down, get it all out, everything that’s happened since the day I met you. Hmm well the day I met you, was really only, just over a month ago. & everything, yeah everything just seems so profound, so evident. It’s like you’ve corrupted me, gotten inside my head. I’m not complaining of course so far it’s been one hell of a ride, and that’s a lot to say for just a month or so. Well the day I met you, I suppose It was out of luck, or maybe it has something to do with that thing they call…..fate? I wouldn’t know, anyhow I was with my cousin, Justin. My sidekick everyone knows this, he’s pretty much the other half of me. We had gone to visit a friend of ours Jimmy Bogen. Oh, good old Jimmy. He was making Jerseys for some high school athletic team, a favor for his mother. Anyhow, just after that he had told us he was going to his friend Denise’s to play cards. He invited us to come along.
So we followed Jimmy, proceeded to smoke a few bowls in his car already half drunk from the few beers we had all had. We arrive to find Denise and you, oh you were toasted I learned right off, Jack Daniels was your choice of drink. From that moment on I must have been taking mental notes not even knowing it. You intrigued me. You were cocky and funny, and I suppose I got a kick out of it. Little did I know, we were to be pretty much inseparable from this point on. I continued to drink we babbled back and forth, you came off as a huge tool, and I didn’t think much of it. I looked like hell was wearing my clothes from the day before cause they were all that were in my car after I had gotten out of work that day and Justin picked me up.
I messed with you, being completely obnoxious and belligerent. Somehow you managed to get my number, not too unwillingly from me. You had said something about John Mayer tickets. I love John Mayer. I believe I stored my name in your phone as, Nichole, Jhon Mayer?.... with no clue that I had spelled John wrong. Cute huh? Not really. You made me a drink, Jack and Coke, and went on your way home. I received a text message from you, shortly after saying.. “I think you’re beautiful.” I laughed
it off, but was still somewhat intrigued. I wasn’t sure if it was just a typical guy trying to get a piece of ass. (Earlier in the night you had gone on this whole rant when an ex fling of yours called you, Tori, I believe was her name) all about how all you needed was sex and that you didn’t care about her personal problems.
Tell me why in the hell I was intrigued? Probably because I was drunk, horny and thought you were incredible cute, in a cocky tool-bag, he’d probably be good in bed sort of way. I was curious if I was ever going to see you or come into contact with you again after this night. Then Denise had invited us to come over and watch Greys Anatomy on Thursday, and Desperate Housewives on Sunday. She told us you guys had little get togethers with your friends. It was pretty much obvious you were going to be there.
I made sure I was there, excited to find that you too were there, except not really showing it. We watched the show and then played cards considering you had kicked my ass in both rummy and speed earlier that week I wanted another chance, at least somewhat sober this time. & of course I reason to have you one on one. According to everyone now, we were incredibly obvious, flirting like crazy. I hadn’t really noticed, probably because I didn’t care what other people thought. In the middle of my phone I picked it up and texted you saying.. “I’m not going to lie, I really want to kiss you.” Watched you read it, smile, and type something back. I then opened my phone to read your response which was, “I’m glad we both feel the same way.”
Shortly after this you went upstairs to use the bathroom. I hesitated a moment, knowing this was my chance, I should take it or leave it, then followed after you waiting outside the door. (I swear I really did have to pee too) When you came out of the bathroom, I was so nervous I barely looked at you I just cupped your face in my hand and gently kissed you
, then pushed my way on by into the bathroom. When I came back downstairs we both acted normal as though nothing had happened. We all sat around a bullshitted a while longer till Justin and Geri decided they were ready to leave. I walked over to you, and just pecked you on the lips in front of your friends, not caring at this point. We texted each other my whole way home. I was excited, but not really thinking much would come out of it.
The next day, much to my surprise you showed up
at where currently work, Dairy Queen. I didn’t serve you because I was in drive-thru, but automatically your cute face was whispered about, my manager, bear asked me, “is he here for you”? I looked quickly behind me, and giggled “oh wow, yeah he is”. You ordered chocolate malt. I found out later on, you’re lactose intolerant. After bear had served you I walked over to the front window and we made bullshit small talk, I thanked you for coming, you left and I went back to work. On my break I texted you thanking you again for coming, you replied with no hesitation, “so when do I get a date”? I was somewhat shocked
, still wondering if you were trying to get in my pants, but I didn’t care I was still intrigued. I responded with “well whenever you want I suppose”. Your response was simply, “how about tonight”? I agreed.
Tonight I’ve come home from a typical evening spent at your house- in a complete state of bewilderment (for lack of better words) I’ve got this urge, and I’ve had it for some time now to write it down, get it all out, everything that’s happened since the day I met you. Hmm well the day I met you, was really only, just over a month ago. & everything, yeah everything just seems so profound, so evident. It’s like you’ve corrupted me, gotten inside my head. I’m not complaining of course so far it’s been one hell of a ride, and that’s a lot to say for just a month or so. Well the day I met you, I suppose It was out of luck, or maybe it has something to do with that thing they call…..fate? I wouldn’t know, anyhow I was with my cousin, Justin. My sidekick everyone knows this, he’s pretty much the other half of me. We had gone to visit a friend of ours Jimmy Bogen. Oh, good old Jimmy. He was making Jerseys for some high school athletic team, a favor for his mother. Anyhow, just after that he had told us he was going to his friend Denise’s to play cards. He invited us to come along.
So we followed Jimmy, proceeded to smoke a few bowls in his car already half drunk from the few beers we had all had. We arrive to find Denise and you, oh you were toasted I learned right off, Jack Daniels was your choice of drink. From that moment on I must have been taking mental notes not even knowing it. You intrigued me. You were cocky and funny, and I suppose I got a kick out of it. Little did I know, we were to be pretty much inseparable from this point on. I continued to drink we babbled back and forth, you came off as a huge tool, and I didn’t think much of it. I looked like hell was wearing my clothes from the day before cause they were all that were in my car after I had gotten out of work that day and Justin picked me up.
I messed with you, being completely obnoxious and belligerent. Somehow you managed to get my number, not too unwillingly from me. You had said something about John Mayer tickets. I love John Mayer. I believe I stored my name in your phone as, Nichole, Jhon Mayer?.... with no clue that I had spelled John wrong. Cute huh? Not really. You made me a drink, Jack and Coke, and went on your way home. I received a text message from you, shortly after saying.. “I think you’re beautiful.” I laughed
it off, but was still somewhat intrigued. I wasn’t sure if it was just a typical guy trying to get a piece of ass. (Earlier in the night you had gone on this whole rant when an ex fling of yours called you, Tori, I believe was her name) all about how all you needed was sex and that you didn’t care about her personal problems.
Tell me why in the hell I was intrigued? Probably because I was drunk, horny and thought you were incredible cute, in a cocky tool-bag, he’d probably be good in bed sort of way. I was curious if I was ever going to see you or come into contact with you again after this night. Then Denise had invited us to come over and watch Greys Anatomy on Thursday, and Desperate Housewives on Sunday. She told us you guys had little get togethers with your friends. It was pretty much obvious you were going to be there.
I made sure I was there, excited to find that you too were there, except not really showing it. We watched the show and then played cards considering you had kicked my ass in both rummy and speed earlier that week I wanted another chance, at least somewhat sober this time. & of course I reason to have you one on one. According to everyone now, we were incredibly obvious, flirting like crazy. I hadn’t really noticed, probably because I didn’t care what other people thought. In the middle of my phone I picked it up and texted you saying.. “I’m not going to lie, I really want to kiss you.” Watched you read it, smile, and type something back. I then opened my phone to read your response which was, “I’m glad we both feel the same way.”
Shortly after this you went upstairs to use the bathroom. I hesitated a moment, knowing this was my chance, I should take it or leave it, then followed after you waiting outside the door. (I swear I really did have to pee too) When you came out of the bathroom, I was so nervous I barely looked at you I just cupped your face in my hand and gently kissed you
, then pushed my way on by into the bathroom. When I came back downstairs we both acted normal as though nothing had happened. We all sat around a bullshitted a while longer till Justin and Geri decided they were ready to leave. I walked over to you, and just pecked you on the lips in front of your friends, not caring at this point. We texted each other my whole way home. I was excited, but not really thinking much would come out of it.
The next day, much to my surprise you showed up
at where currently work, Dairy Queen. I didn’t serve you because I was in drive-thru, but automatically your cute face was whispered about, my manager, bear asked me, “is he here for you”? I looked quickly behind me, and giggled “oh wow, yeah he is”. You ordered chocolate malt. I found out later on, you’re lactose intolerant. After bear had served you I walked over to the front window and we made bullshit small talk, I thanked you for coming, you left and I went back to work. On my break I texted you thanking you again for coming, you replied with no hesitation, “so when do I get a date”? I was somewhat shocked
, still wondering if you were trying to get in my pants, but I didn’t care I was still intrigued. I responded with “well whenever you want I suppose”. Your response was simply, “how about tonight”? I agreed.