[we all look like we feel]
Oh man Jonesy has officially passed Awesome Test Numbers 1 and 2.
Dammit I need to tread so carefully here. Because Jonesy is good-looking, and smart, and hilarious, and interesting, and so very, very musical, and I fear we may have that terrible, undefinable thing called chemistry and he knows it and I know it, but personal morals stand between us - or anyway, my personal morals stand between us and he is trying in ways I don't altoggether disapprove of to look around my shield, and if I am not extremely careful he will be holding my hand inside of a week.
He is cool enough that this most likely won't happen. He accepted my explanation of "sorry dude that's just not how I roll," apologized for being forward, was perfectly up-front and honest about what he'd expected and then backed off as soon as I asked him to. He is in all things non-threatening and his attention is genuine; we sat in Wendy's yesterday and geeked about Baroque orchestra for forty solid minutes, and then we did a little dorm-hopping in the interest of sharing our respective passions for Edward Elgar and Charles Mingus, and tonight we'll (weather permitting) be heading down to the Opolis and hearing good bands with strange instrumentation until very late in the night.
I'm happy that he still wants to hang out after getting shut down. I'm very happy. If he turns out to be telling the truth - if he really, really is going to back down and let things happen - then this friendship will work out fine.
I wish I could give a better explanation for why I date the way I do besides "sorry, guess I'm just a little old-fashioned." It's hard to explain to people who date the way Jonesy does - which isn't to say it's such a bad way to date. It's just not the way I date, and there are very personal reasons why, but the thing about his kind of dating is that personal just doesn't happen that quickly, and we don't know each other well enough that I can get that personal with him, which to me is proof in and of itself that we shouldn't be calling our hangouts dates, WHICH IS WHY MY EXPLANATION MAKES NO DAMN SENSE.
Okay symphony's starting in twenty minutes and I need to be on the other side of campus five minutes hence. But there will be more on this. Maybe if I get it down in writing I can explain to Jonesy exactly why I don't want his arm around me while the Non are playing this evening, and why that's really not a bad thing.
Dammit I need to tread so carefully here. Because Jonesy is good-looking, and smart, and hilarious, and interesting, and so very, very musical, and I fear we may have that terrible, undefinable thing called chemistry and he knows it and I know it, but personal morals stand between us - or anyway, my personal morals stand between us and he is trying in ways I don't altoggether disapprove of to look around my shield, and if I am not extremely careful he will be holding my hand inside of a week.
He is cool enough that this most likely won't happen. He accepted my explanation of "sorry dude that's just not how I roll," apologized for being forward, was perfectly up-front and honest about what he'd expected and then backed off as soon as I asked him to. He is in all things non-threatening and his attention is genuine; we sat in Wendy's yesterday and geeked about Baroque orchestra for forty solid minutes, and then we did a little dorm-hopping in the interest of sharing our respective passions for Edward Elgar and Charles Mingus, and tonight we'll (weather permitting) be heading down to the Opolis and hearing good bands with strange instrumentation until very late in the night.
I'm happy that he still wants to hang out after getting shut down. I'm very happy. If he turns out to be telling the truth - if he really, really is going to back down and let things happen - then this friendship will work out fine.
I wish I could give a better explanation for why I date the way I do besides "sorry, guess I'm just a little old-fashioned." It's hard to explain to people who date the way Jonesy does - which isn't to say it's such a bad way to date. It's just not the way I date, and there are very personal reasons why, but the thing about his kind of dating is that personal just doesn't happen that quickly, and we don't know each other well enough that I can get that personal with him, which to me is proof in and of itself that we shouldn't be calling our hangouts dates, WHICH IS WHY MY EXPLANATION MAKES NO DAMN SENSE.
Okay symphony's starting in twenty minutes and I need to be on the other side of campus five minutes hence. But there will be more on this. Maybe if I get it down in writing I can explain to Jonesy exactly why I don't want his arm around me while the Non are playing this evening, and why that's really not a bad thing.