[...so I joined a band...]
I needed to get in contact with a set of friends that respected me as a person, not just a pretty face and a good hand at cards. Less drinking, more doing. So when Jason said I could be in his "band" I giggled like a school girl and jumped up and down. I like my time with him, and he makes me feel like an integral part of whatever is happening.
Joining this band also put me back into contact with Serg. I've done the blogging bit about this boy before, so go do your research if you must. The last time I saw him was over a year ago.
Practice was at Serg's place tonight (he has a practice space, and more musical instruments in his house than most stores have in stock), which shocked me because it guaranteed that he'd be there. What shocked me the most is that he called me as I was clocking out from work. I got a chance to talk with him on my last break of the day, and he swore that I'd told him I was moving away. I swore to him that he just lost his phone and never gave me his new number. We lived seven blocks from each other for eight months, and we never saw each other. This, it seems, was a most unfortunate misunderstanding. I told him I'd come over early, he said he wanted me to stay late.
The first thing he did when I came in was hug me. He's much shorter than I, and it was perfect that his door is at the top of the stairs. We spent the next hour in his bedroom talking and catching up. After practice, which was also amazing and fun and gave me lots of ideas, we went back to his room and talked for another few hours. I've never held anything away from Serg, so talking about boys and drinking too much and struggling internally was just breathing in his company... and it's the same for him. He said, "God, I haven't talked to anybody about this in... well... since I saw you last."
We ended when we were both too hungry for the Macaroni and Cheese Cook Off Party that was happening in the rest of the apartment. We ate, hidden in the stairwell. There he tried to figure out a day that we could see each other again ("Friday," I said. "At practice. I'm a busy girl..."). When he went back for more, he was sucked into the party. I gathered my things, tugged his shirt, and said goodbye. I had to get the car back, after all.
I'm very excited to have Serg back in my life on a regular basis. I feel that I figured a lot of things out when I was in his presence, and I think he did, too.
/blah blah blah
Joining this band also put me back into contact with Serg. I've done the blogging bit about this boy before, so go do your research if you must. The last time I saw him was over a year ago.
Practice was at Serg's place tonight (he has a practice space, and more musical instruments in his house than most stores have in stock), which shocked me because it guaranteed that he'd be there. What shocked me the most is that he called me as I was clocking out from work. I got a chance to talk with him on my last break of the day, and he swore that I'd told him I was moving away. I swore to him that he just lost his phone and never gave me his new number. We lived seven blocks from each other for eight months, and we never saw each other. This, it seems, was a most unfortunate misunderstanding. I told him I'd come over early, he said he wanted me to stay late.
The first thing he did when I came in was hug me. He's much shorter than I, and it was perfect that his door is at the top of the stairs. We spent the next hour in his bedroom talking and catching up. After practice, which was also amazing and fun and gave me lots of ideas, we went back to his room and talked for another few hours. I've never held anything away from Serg, so talking about boys and drinking too much and struggling internally was just breathing in his company... and it's the same for him. He said, "God, I haven't talked to anybody about this in... well... since I saw you last."
We ended when we were both too hungry for the Macaroni and Cheese Cook Off Party that was happening in the rest of the apartment. We ate, hidden in the stairwell. There he tried to figure out a day that we could see each other again ("Friday," I said. "At practice. I'm a busy girl..."). When he went back for more, he was sucked into the party. I gathered my things, tugged his shirt, and said goodbye. I had to get the car back, after all.
I'm very excited to have Serg back in my life on a regular basis. I feel that I figured a lot of things out when I was in his presence, and I think he did, too.
/blah blah blah