Hey, guys!
Hey, folks! Just figured I'd drop you a line so that you didn't think I was dead or gagged in some masochist's trunk or something like that, seeing as I haven't updated for like, a month.
Okay, first thing's first, remember my little (and I do use the term "little" lightly) tangent that I blasted off on January 13th about how I had delved into a pit of decedance with Christine? No? Well, go back to that day and check it out, if time permits, that is. Anyway, during that time, this girl at work had started talking to me and we were becoming more and more open with each other and were having in depth conversations with each other about serious matters at work during down time. Looking back on it, it was oh so obvious that she was becoming interested in me, but here I am in the dishpit like Rain Man *insert Dustin Hoffman impression* completely oblivious to what was going on because I still thought I was a peice of shit over what had happened with Christine. So then, on the 28th of January, I wasn't able to stay later for whatever reason but she had to stay later because she is a server (waitress, basically), so instead I jokingly offered her a sympathy hug and to my surprise, she actually accepted it. Then the next day, she is off at 3 PM and I'm not off until 8, so I was the one who got a sympathy hug (oddly enough), so I continue on working thinking that I had made a new friend.
Here's where it gets interesting. At 7:45, I'm busting my ass off washing dishes and then I turn around and see this girl, Lindsay, standing there staring at me in her street clothes. I kinda stumble with my words for a second and then I manage to muster out a, "Hi." I stumble with my words because a) I hadn't expected her there and b) I had never seen her in her street clothes before and she just looked so beautiful. She asks me if I wanted to get something to eat after work and I kinda squeaked out the word, "Sure." So when I get off work, I meet her at her car and we go to Boston Pizza, where I meet her sister, who is a waitress there. We get talking about random stuff and then I can't remember how exactly, but then I said, "I'm an ugly dude, and I've made peace with that." She then takes my hands in hers from across the table and says, "You're not ugly." I pause for a second absolutely stupified, then I spout out, "And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty, and beauty stayed his hand, and from that day forth, he was as one dead...". She just stares at me and then we get back to talking and stuff, then we have to leave because she has a chemistry exam the next day. Then when she stops in front of my apartment, I kinda look at her and she's just lookin' at me and then I spout out, "Okay, I'm gonna be honest. I wanna kiss you. Here. Now." She says, "What's stoping you?" and then as soon as we locked lips, I feel her togune pretty much shoot down my throat. So now I'm thinking, "Hmmm...somethin' interestin's going on here." At this point, I asked Lindsay out and she said, "Yes."
Things have been great for the most part since then. The only downsides are that it seems like we usually see each other at work & hardly anywhere else and she was grounded for a weekend for coming home at 2 AM on a school night (she's turning 17 in April), but other than that, we have been intimate with each other (no penetration, BTW) and sometimes we just sit together and talk for hours. I always make her laugh, especially with my Scratt impression. Another downside for a while was that I was constantly worrying if it was too good to be true and when we hadn't seen each other for a few days, I was afraid she'd come up to me and be like, "Uh, yeah, I don't think you're what I need." Thank God that hasn't happened (and quite frankly, I hope it never does) and I told her about that and she said, "I have the same problem. It's not that you worry too much, it's just that you care alot." In fact, I hold Lindsay in as high of a regard as I hold my friends and family. In fact, I told her that I genually loved her the third day we went out (this was during a 14 hour movie marathon which included Predator, Family Guy Presents Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story, King Kong (1933), Animal House, Aladdin and some Chip N' Dale cartoons. Now we never leave each other's sight without telling each other that we love each other.
Granted, I still "worry" about her sometimes, but it's usually when she brings up her trip to the Dominican Republic in early January of next year or when she talks about the trip she wants to go on with her friends to California when she graduates next year. I worry about these kind of things because I know that she's a smart girl, would use her head and not look for trouble and stay with her family/friends pretty much the whole time while on these trips, but like I told my friend Dave, I would hate for her to come back and tell me that she was raped or something like that. I even told her, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's the horny beach combers that I don't trust." To this Lindsay replied, "Well, if I was getting hit on in either location, I would just shake my head and say, 'Nope, I have a man waiting for me back home. Sorry.' Besides, I wouldn't have a room alone, either. It'd probably be with my sister or something." I even told her tonight that if she does go on a road trip for grad with her friends, even though they will all be 18 and responsible enough, I would still feel a lot better if someone was going with them and it turns out that one of her friend's parents won't allow them to go on this trip, so they may head somewhere more local.
So I may be leaving out a lot of details over the last month, but I don't want to make this post longer than it already is. I still feel really sick from earlier today because I woke up at 6:30 freezing and with a scratchy throat. I grabbed my sheet and pulled it back over me under my comforter and tried to sleep more. Then at about 10, I showered and stuff, and my throat, eyes and skin felt like they were on fire. I was hot and cold at the same time and I had next to no color to my skin. I called in sick and coccooned myself in my bedding while wearing my street clothes drinking a lot of coffee and hot chocolate trying to sweat out the sickness watching Supernatural on my computer. My bedding is in the dryer right now and once it is done, I'm making my bed (for the first time in a couple of months) and then I'm gonna pass out like a 15 year old school girl at her first frat party because I am freezing my ass off now even though earlier today I was sweating like I was about to spontaniously combust.
Anyway, catch you laterz.
Okay, first thing's first, remember my little (and I do use the term "little" lightly) tangent that I blasted off on January 13th about how I had delved into a pit of decedance with Christine? No? Well, go back to that day and check it out, if time permits, that is. Anyway, during that time, this girl at work had started talking to me and we were becoming more and more open with each other and were having in depth conversations with each other about serious matters at work during down time. Looking back on it, it was oh so obvious that she was becoming interested in me, but here I am in the dishpit like Rain Man *insert Dustin Hoffman impression* completely oblivious to what was going on because I still thought I was a peice of shit over what had happened with Christine. So then, on the 28th of January, I wasn't able to stay later for whatever reason but she had to stay later because she is a server (waitress, basically), so instead I jokingly offered her a sympathy hug and to my surprise, she actually accepted it. Then the next day, she is off at 3 PM and I'm not off until 8, so I was the one who got a sympathy hug (oddly enough), so I continue on working thinking that I had made a new friend.
Here's where it gets interesting. At 7:45, I'm busting my ass off washing dishes and then I turn around and see this girl, Lindsay, standing there staring at me in her street clothes. I kinda stumble with my words for a second and then I manage to muster out a, "Hi." I stumble with my words because a) I hadn't expected her there and b) I had never seen her in her street clothes before and she just looked so beautiful. She asks me if I wanted to get something to eat after work and I kinda squeaked out the word, "Sure." So when I get off work, I meet her at her car and we go to Boston Pizza, where I meet her sister, who is a waitress there. We get talking about random stuff and then I can't remember how exactly, but then I said, "I'm an ugly dude, and I've made peace with that." She then takes my hands in hers from across the table and says, "You're not ugly." I pause for a second absolutely stupified, then I spout out, "And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty, and beauty stayed his hand, and from that day forth, he was as one dead...". She just stares at me and then we get back to talking and stuff, then we have to leave because she has a chemistry exam the next day. Then when she stops in front of my apartment, I kinda look at her and she's just lookin' at me and then I spout out, "Okay, I'm gonna be honest. I wanna kiss you. Here. Now." She says, "What's stoping you?" and then as soon as we locked lips, I feel her togune pretty much shoot down my throat. So now I'm thinking, "Hmmm...somethin' interestin's going on here." At this point, I asked Lindsay out and she said, "Yes."
Things have been great for the most part since then. The only downsides are that it seems like we usually see each other at work & hardly anywhere else and she was grounded for a weekend for coming home at 2 AM on a school night (she's turning 17 in April), but other than that, we have been intimate with each other (no penetration, BTW) and sometimes we just sit together and talk for hours. I always make her laugh, especially with my Scratt impression. Another downside for a while was that I was constantly worrying if it was too good to be true and when we hadn't seen each other for a few days, I was afraid she'd come up to me and be like, "Uh, yeah, I don't think you're what I need." Thank God that hasn't happened (and quite frankly, I hope it never does) and I told her about that and she said, "I have the same problem. It's not that you worry too much, it's just that you care alot." In fact, I hold Lindsay in as high of a regard as I hold my friends and family. In fact, I told her that I genually loved her the third day we went out (this was during a 14 hour movie marathon which included Predator, Family Guy Presents Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story, King Kong (1933), Animal House, Aladdin and some Chip N' Dale cartoons. Now we never leave each other's sight without telling each other that we love each other.
Granted, I still "worry" about her sometimes, but it's usually when she brings up her trip to the Dominican Republic in early January of next year or when she talks about the trip she wants to go on with her friends to California when she graduates next year. I worry about these kind of things because I know that she's a smart girl, would use her head and not look for trouble and stay with her family/friends pretty much the whole time while on these trips, but like I told my friend Dave, I would hate for her to come back and tell me that she was raped or something like that. I even told her, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's the horny beach combers that I don't trust." To this Lindsay replied, "Well, if I was getting hit on in either location, I would just shake my head and say, 'Nope, I have a man waiting for me back home. Sorry.' Besides, I wouldn't have a room alone, either. It'd probably be with my sister or something." I even told her tonight that if she does go on a road trip for grad with her friends, even though they will all be 18 and responsible enough, I would still feel a lot better if someone was going with them and it turns out that one of her friend's parents won't allow them to go on this trip, so they may head somewhere more local.
So I may be leaving out a lot of details over the last month, but I don't want to make this post longer than it already is. I still feel really sick from earlier today because I woke up at 6:30 freezing and with a scratchy throat. I grabbed my sheet and pulled it back over me under my comforter and tried to sleep more. Then at about 10, I showered and stuff, and my throat, eyes and skin felt like they were on fire. I was hot and cold at the same time and I had next to no color to my skin. I called in sick and coccooned myself in my bedding while wearing my street clothes drinking a lot of coffee and hot chocolate trying to sweat out the sickness watching Supernatural on my computer. My bedding is in the dryer right now and once it is done, I'm making my bed (for the first time in a couple of months) and then I'm gonna pass out like a 15 year old school girl at her first frat party because I am freezing my ass off now even though earlier today I was sweating like I was about to spontaniously combust.
Anyway, catch you laterz.