Today, man.
Jan. 22nd, 2004 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanCan I have days like this all the time?
Dropped by the Starbucks near campus before heading out (on what turned out to be quite a quest) for an errant course guide I'd forgotten to pick up.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icraveattn greeted me with a huge hug and a free toffee nut latte (thanks, George!) We also talked life, the universe, and class reunions before parting ways.
We're not discussing Fact Finding. Definitely not the part where they fully expect us to spend a minimum of two days in the musty courthouse archives of the county or residence of our candidate. Courthouses that, by the way, are not open on weekends and certainly not on holidays, which means either taking off school time or doing it over Spring Break. I don't think I can adequately convey the immense suckitude of these prospects.
The roommate teased me about my "hot date" (I'd told her about the hair and she totally backed me up on its importance) the entire time I was getting ready, which mostly dissipated whatever tension I was feeling. I really, really wasn't nervous - I've mentioned this is comments, but I agreed to go to dinner because I wanted to, because I was open to whatever came of it and willing to get into all of that again. Which was very cool to realize.
In one sentence - it went so much better than I'd hoped.
In more than one sentence, it went better than I'm letting myself believe in the morning after. Because if I believed how well I think it went, it might lead to my saying some of the profoundly stupid shit I'm already thinking. First date. First.
And yet.
He picked me up at 7:30 for dinner at Chopstix, and big bonus to him for making such excellent executive decisions. Miranda and I sympathize for the couples we see in restaurants who are obviously on an early date - nothing of that here. Seriously, you'd think we'd been friends for a while, not acquaintances for less than 12 hours. We talked about, well, anything at all and I won't pretend to remember most of it, but the point is it just flowed. From one thing to the next, it just happened, easy and comfortable. I wasn't second-guessing everything I said - he even opened the door to the whole *NSYNC thing by asking if I knew about the mythical first drummer of the Beatles, which I countered with the story of Jason.
Completely. Unfazed.
Both our jokes are a little lame, and that's okay because we laugh anyway. He has a Canadian accent without ever having so much as been to Canada (his parents immigrated there from Scotland though, before moving to Cleveland which is where he was born). He's been absolutely everywhere worth going in Europe and has a dog, too, doesn't like rap and is a senior in PoliSci (who took drama in high school. Which, if you know either or both types, is hilarious to have collide in the same person.) We also have eerily similar gestures. Which we have a tendency to do together. I would've felt like a huge dork for saying anything about it earlier today, but we had 'Only I do/say that!' moments at least three times tonight. Eric Clapton, Gay Bar, using 'kid' as a term of endearment, neither one of us having any warm blood of our own to speak of, "have your people call my people," stuffed mushrooms and fried calamari. Not that these are the ingredients for anything but harmonious meal outings and car rides, but still, pretty cool.
Also, he doesn't bite his nails. I've met the one guy in all my known world who doesn't bite his nails. Eh, it's about time I kicked that habit anyway.
Things went just a little further than I intended after going back to his place, but there are no regrets from this end. We even had a somewhat whole conversation about it and came to terms. Which may or may not last the weekend, but that remains to be seen.
(For the record, he doesn't wear cologne but smells regardlessly fantastic, his hair is just as fabulous as it looks - "I just got it cut and it's a little shorter than I like." *swoon* And if I were the type of girl to kiss and tell... well, yeah I am, but I honestly don't have words for how seriously wonderful the making out was. Which we talked through a lot of, and I love doing that, too.)
The only thing I didn't like was the questioning. I'm a seriously bad liar, and can do naught but show it when I feel something, and to be completely honest, I did. Feel. Stuff. Which is mostly completely lame but hands up people, when's the last time you were enjoying what you were doing with someone so much you could barely not grin like an idiot about it every two minutes? And I mean, there were moments where it felt like it went both ways, but it's still way too early to make anything concrete of that. But it's there, yet only scary to the extent that I might be alone in it, which is again different. I don't think I am, and have we mentioned how lame it is that I'm even having to have this conversation about it, but yeah. He made me feel good, people. No pressure, no awkwardness, just easy and unhurried and not more than I'd expressly set down. There was very little misinterpreting that I was having a good time. Then again, I like to know where I and others stand and am not partial to games or guessing, so there's not much a problem of his knowing that on my end.
I finally kicked myself out around 12:20, though that was a close one. (By the way, thank you for the call, Miranda, but at that point we were already busy judiciously ignoring his roommates and both our phones.)
And then the coolest roommate ever (the Dandy Warhols! So far, it's them, Belle and Sebastian and Ben Folds Five. And she has an LJ! "Oh god, my roommate knows I'm a loser!" Uh, not quite, honey. Less the cat, I think it's fair to say I've achieved roommate nirvana) "invited me over" to discuss the whole thing over appletinis and Hershey's chocolate. She was almost as excited about the whole thing as I was - she'd only ever dated friends before, too. There was more teasing but also some pseudo-serious discussion that if one is to meet someone in college, this would be the time for it. But I've already mentioned actively not thinking about that.
In other news, Conan O'Brien is a fabulously funny man who deserves minions, sacrifices, and a whole harem of women willing to perpetuate his legacy. *nod*
Dropped by the Starbucks near campus before heading out (on what turned out to be quite a quest) for an errant course guide I'd forgotten to pick up.
icraveattn greeted me with a huge hug and a free toffee nut latte (thanks, George!) We also talked life, the universe, and class reunions before parting ways.We're not discussing Fact Finding. Definitely not the part where they fully expect us to spend a minimum of two days in the musty courthouse archives of the county or residence of our candidate. Courthouses that, by the way, are not open on weekends and certainly not on holidays, which means either taking off school time or doing it over Spring Break. I don't think I can adequately convey the immense suckitude of these prospects.
The roommate teased me about my "hot date" (I'd told her about the hair and she totally backed me up on its importance) the entire time I was getting ready, which mostly dissipated whatever tension I was feeling. I really, really wasn't nervous - I've mentioned this is comments, but I agreed to go to dinner because I wanted to, because I was open to whatever came of it and willing to get into all of that again. Which was very cool to realize.
In one sentence - it went so much better than I'd hoped.
In more than one sentence, it went better than I'm letting myself believe in the morning after. Because if I believed how well I think it went, it might lead to my saying some of the profoundly stupid shit I'm already thinking. First date. First.
And yet.
He picked me up at 7:30 for dinner at Chopstix, and big bonus to him for making such excellent executive decisions. Miranda and I sympathize for the couples we see in restaurants who are obviously on an early date - nothing of that here. Seriously, you'd think we'd been friends for a while, not acquaintances for less than 12 hours. We talked about, well, anything at all and I won't pretend to remember most of it, but the point is it just flowed. From one thing to the next, it just happened, easy and comfortable. I wasn't second-guessing everything I said - he even opened the door to the whole *NSYNC thing by asking if I knew about the mythical first drummer of the Beatles, which I countered with the story of Jason.
Completely. Unfazed.
Both our jokes are a little lame, and that's okay because we laugh anyway. He has a Canadian accent without ever having so much as been to Canada (his parents immigrated there from Scotland though, before moving to Cleveland which is where he was born). He's been absolutely everywhere worth going in Europe and has a dog, too, doesn't like rap and is a senior in PoliSci (who took drama in high school. Which, if you know either or both types, is hilarious to have collide in the same person.) We also have eerily similar gestures. Which we have a tendency to do together. I would've felt like a huge dork for saying anything about it earlier today, but we had 'Only I do/say that!' moments at least three times tonight. Eric Clapton, Gay Bar, using 'kid' as a term of endearment, neither one of us having any warm blood of our own to speak of, "have your people call my people," stuffed mushrooms and fried calamari. Not that these are the ingredients for anything but harmonious meal outings and car rides, but still, pretty cool.
Also, he doesn't bite his nails. I've met the one guy in all my known world who doesn't bite his nails. Eh, it's about time I kicked that habit anyway.
Things went just a little further than I intended after going back to his place, but there are no regrets from this end. We even had a somewhat whole conversation about it and came to terms. Which may or may not last the weekend, but that remains to be seen.
(For the record, he doesn't wear cologne but smells regardlessly fantastic, his hair is just as fabulous as it looks - "I just got it cut and it's a little shorter than I like." *swoon* And if I were the type of girl to kiss and tell... well, yeah I am, but I honestly don't have words for how seriously wonderful the making out was. Which we talked through a lot of, and I love doing that, too.)
The only thing I didn't like was the questioning. I'm a seriously bad liar, and can do naught but show it when I feel something, and to be completely honest, I did. Feel. Stuff. Which is mostly completely lame but hands up people, when's the last time you were enjoying what you were doing with someone so much you could barely not grin like an idiot about it every two minutes? And I mean, there were moments where it felt like it went both ways, but it's still way too early to make anything concrete of that. But it's there, yet only scary to the extent that I might be alone in it, which is again different. I don't think I am, and have we mentioned how lame it is that I'm even having to have this conversation about it, but yeah. He made me feel good, people. No pressure, no awkwardness, just easy and unhurried and not more than I'd expressly set down. There was very little misinterpreting that I was having a good time. Then again, I like to know where I and others stand and am not partial to games or guessing, so there's not much a problem of his knowing that on my end.
I finally kicked myself out around 12:20, though that was a close one. (By the way, thank you for the call, Miranda, but at that point we were already busy judiciously ignoring his roommates and both our phones.)
And then the coolest roommate ever (the Dandy Warhols! So far, it's them, Belle and Sebastian and Ben Folds Five. And she has an LJ! "Oh god, my roommate knows I'm a loser!" Uh, not quite, honey. Less the cat, I think it's fair to say I've achieved roommate nirvana) "invited me over" to discuss the whole thing over appletinis and Hershey's chocolate. She was almost as excited about the whole thing as I was - she'd only ever dated friends before, too. There was more teasing but also some pseudo-serious discussion that if one is to meet someone in college, this would be the time for it. But I've already mentioned actively not thinking about that.
In other news, Conan O'Brien is a fabulously funny man who deserves minions, sacrifices, and a whole harem of women willing to perpetuate his legacy. *nod*
