I've stayed away from this thread because it was too frustrating for me to even think about dating after all my recent craziness. But now I have a happy reason to post. yay!
this is really long, but I just couldn't cut anymore of it out. Sorry!
There's this guy, J who is really hip and smart and funny. Not to mention very cute. He's a really close friend to some of my really close friends but we'd just started hanging out recently. He's actually been a really fantastic friend. We've talked a lot of dating and I've asked him some really specific advice about certain guys and such, and he'd been really helpful. He was there when I got snubbed my mr. relationships and his midlife crisis and I got a little bit drunk and belligerent. In fact, it was his idea to encourage me out of the bar before I made a complete fool of myself and got too friendly with mr. trouble. What a nice guy, ya know? I'd actually considered dating him for the briefest of moments but when talking with my bff (who's a good friend of his) about it we decided that it might be weird and that it wasn't worth the risk because he just doesn't really date. So, I was just happy to have him as a friend, after all, we have a lot in common, are pretty similar and get along great.
Two weeks ago I wanted to take my sister out dancing for her 18th birthday. The problem was, it was a few days before her birthday so they wouldn't let her into the club. We were so bummed. So, I suggested we just go to my bff's house around the corner and hang out instead. I just had to stop next door at mr. trouble's bar for some take out beers (with high hopes that if anything I'd be getting my good beers on the cheap). On my way in I ran into one of J's friends who made a strange comment about him being in there. I just laughed, because I wasn't entirely sure what he meant, and shrugged it off. So I go in there and see him and tell him my story about not getting into the place and how we're going to go have a "porch party". I invited everybody there, but for some strange reason only he wanted to come. Looking back, I think I should have known then.My point with all this ridiculous back story is coming up, I assure you!
So, because I didn't get to go dancing I asked him if he'd go with me the following week, and surprisingly he agreed. Apparently I kept asking him if we were still on, but I wasn't sure if it was one of those "yeah let's do that sometime" kind of things that never really happens, or if it was making plans.
So, we went dancing last week, even after coming home late from camping having barely slept and being completely exhausted. I was really looking forward to it. I love dancing. We had a great time. The best part was that it was so loud on the dance floor that you had to get pretty close and yell at each other to talk, so every time I wanted to say something I got to lean on him and he'd put his hand on my waist. Heaven, right there. At this point I realized not only do I like him, but I really like him. oh my!OK, so this is the best part:
On friday we hung out with our friends at their house and had loads of fun, but somehow everyone got totally hammered. Pretty late into the night J and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen and he got all serious suddenly and said that he'd had a great time on sunday and asked if he could take me out for real sometime, on an "official" date. Though I couldn't see myself, I'm pretty sure we were both
blushing copiously. Then somebody walked in.
The rest of the night was blissful. He kept holding my hand and steeling glances at me, which eventually evolved into snuggling on the couch with his arm around me watching the best parts of Wes Anderson films. It'd already been agree that no one should drive home after drinking so much, so we stayed on the tiny couch together all night, like a couple of teenagers. I loved it.
The next night we went on our date and it was so comfortable and fun and perfect. After dinner we went back to our friends' house where people were playing board games - I mean, how can you resist that? It went much like the previous night, except that no one got hammered, per se, and when it got late we we stole the house guest's bed and talked and kissed and cuddled till the sun came up. He confessed to having had a "huge crush" on me for a long time.
I got pretty embarrassed by that, mostly thinking of how open I was with him about my dating/sex life. sheesh. Also that he'd confided in his guy friends how he felt, so that explains the weird comment from his friend.
It was the greatest kind of adorable nerdy perfection; I just want to relive that night and morning over and over again.