Kiran came by the WRC yesterday to drop of some books that he had borrowed. He looked tired and scruffy and completely at a loss. I feel bad for him, but there's nothing more I can do for him. I kept him around for a long time and I even told him that if he asked me out, I'd say yes. To let things drop so completely that yesterday is the first ( Read more... )

I called Kiran up on Thursday and invited him to my game night personally. I even arranged to have Van pick him up. He still didn't come so I'm washing my hands of the boy. Now I just need to get my books back ( Read more... )

My need for affection is interfering with my resolve not to overthink things. So many times I have to tell myself, "Stop. This isn't useful." The nice thing is that I do indeed stop, but I'm trying not to get to that point in the first place. Especially since the current boy interest has a girlfriend. She may be far away, a figment, but I can' ( Read more... )

Friday night, I brought Kiran out for a movie (with Josh Buster and Danielle).  The Manchurian Candidate again.  I didn't fall asleep this time.  Anyway, when I brought him home he said that he wanted for us to go out alone together sometime, rather than all these group things.  I told him that I'm not terribly interested in him, but if he did ask ( Read more... )

He said: "I need to get up the courage to ask you out sometime.  Or are you already in LJBF territory?"
I said: "What, huh?"
He said:  "LJBF: Let's Just Be Friends."
I said:  "I'm getting there, so you have to jump on it."
He said: "That's scary."

I haven't heard from him since.  So much for talking to the boy.

Eschel came by unexpectedly to whisk me off to the cheapy theater to see what was playing.  Turns out the theater is very, very closed.  The marquee empty, the lobby in disrepair.  I had thought vaguely, on the way down, that I could call Kiran, have him join us there.  A part of me wants to treat him as if he were a friend, had always been a ( Read more... )