Hanging out with Mob
I made a big step today by speaking to my Guidance counselor about being molested a few years ago, she said that she will look into what should be done and contact me some time later next week.
I won't get too much into it, but what I can tell you is that I'm ready to get past my fears; or at least I wish I could. I got back to my class after getting myself pulled together and returned to my seat.
Mob, the guy I mentioned on Tuesday’s post; was an average looking guy, about my height. He had a nice face, large nose, soft voice and dark brown eyes. His hair was brown and slightly wavy, he was growing a beard (a little more apparent than Max's). He was standing beside me after class as I waited for my English teacher's attention, suddenly he wrapped his arms around me in affection, I turned around and hugged him back. I ended up spilling to him the reason why I had went to see my Guidance counselor in the first place, he watched me intensely as I went on, he complimented me for my ‘bravery’ and finally said; "Do you want to hang out at lunch at Tim-Horton's? Grab a drink? Do you want my phone number? I’m there for you".
We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up at the back of the school.
As we walked towards the small cafe, I had explained to him how I felt about making the big step of reporting what had happened to me as a freshman, Mo's response was "I know how you feel."
Baffled, I responded with a doubtful laugh; "Really now?"
He remained silent, there was a hint of smile on his face.
I realized that I was being rude, and so I continued to question him in hopes of getting a response before making things worse; "Are you serious? Do you really know what I'm going through?"
"Yes."
To ensure that I don't disclose too much private information to you, the reader; I will plainly say that Mob was implying that he had experienced something a little similar in the past.
We spoke of our experiences, then compared the consequences and reflected.
We bought our drinks, I chose an iced French-vanilla while he went with the iced chocolate-mint drink.
We visited the Goulding-park, it was my first time there, and so I spent a small portion of it surveying and admiring the landscape. We sat down on a bench under the protection of the shade from the beaming sun and continued our conversation.
I got to know him quite well, and to my surprise; he used to be quite a selfish and ignorant boy in elementary and middle-school, but now I could say with full confidence that he was mature.
He pointed out his interest in me; saying that when he heard me speaking in English class, he had concluded that I was a smart girl.
I truly do like him.
Once it was time for me to head to my student-teacher interview with my English teacher, I accidently ended up whining about my lifestyle but quickly brought myself to the point and discussed my weaknesses, the teacher gave me a few pointers on how to strengthen them.
Overall, this was a nice day.
I also made a vow to myself not to hang out with Max unless he clearly asks me out: No, saying “I’m going to Food Basics” is not a way to ask a girl out! (Whether it’s a romantic or a friendly date).