We
exchange stories, and catch up on life, you know because we didn’t see each
other for at least 4 days and a lot happens in four days! They filled me in on the fact that they
were moving, which is awesome, theyre all figured out with the wedding, which
is also awesome. And we gossiped a
little bit about some people that were sitting in the bar area. (People watching is a favorite past
time of mine. Think about it; you
can sit there and come up with a whole monologue for the people that are having
a conversation. Try it some time,
its fucking hysterical).
So
as I am eating the last fry in my basket and dipping it in the cheese sauce
that came on the burger, I get a text from Guy #1.
“Hey
whats going on?”
“Nothing,
how about you?”
I
didn’t tell him I was out, and that I was eating. Lesson learned here, don’t say what your doing until they
tell you what theyre doing just incase they want to do something with you. Get it?
“Sitting
on the couch. Are you hungry?”
Shit
no, I wasn’t hungry. Seriously, I
just ate a burger to the face and scooped cheese sauce up with French
fries. No I am not hungry.
“Yea,
I’m hungry. Why?”
Ughhh..
I could feel my stomach churning at the thought of eating something more. But, the things we do for people,
namely, dudes.
“Wanna
come over? I am making ziti.”
“Sure,
I’m leaving trivia right now. I
can be there in 15?”
“Trivia? Gay! Ill heat up some sauce.”
At
this point, I turn to Cheese and Thad and tell them about my plans. Thad shakes his head and says he is
worried about me (love that guy!), and Cheese says, “going to ‘you know who’s’
house for dessert are we?’
“Cheese,
should I go to the bathroom and throw up my burger to make room for this
ziti? I mean, I need to eat a
little bit of it because that’s why I am going over there after all right?”
“No,
just shovel some of it down. You
will be fine.”
Looking
back now, I should have just thrown up because when I got to the house I was so
full from the burger I felt the need to unbutton my pants. I didn’t even have a drink at his house
because the beer would have been too much for me. I felt like I could hear myself getting fatter. HAHA.
But
he was so cute when he got up and made us plates. He put them down at the table, which I was not expecting,
and set it up all nice nice, and we sat down to eat. We had idol conversation about whatever things; kickboxing
(my new thing), how our days went, did I want cheese? You know, the normal things people talk about. I guess.
We
finish eating and he gets up to clear his place, which is awesome, he is already
trained in cleaning up after himself, so I guess if this goes anywhere, I don’t
have to train him to clean up. So
I stand up after eating about ten bites of the ziti, which by the way wasn’t
bad for a single guy to make. (I
mean no offence to the male chefs out there who can actually cook things, but
think about it).
So
when I stand up, he comes up behind me and puts his arm around my waist.
“No
no no. Don’t touch it, I just
ate.”
“Right,
because you ate so much.”
If
he only knew! If he only frigging
knew. If he only knew that I was
about to throw up a burger for his ziti, and actually ate twice so I could see
him! This is the shit that girls
do for guys they just want to see!
How fucking gross is that?
Eat a whole burger, with jalepenos and nacho cheese and fries and drink
a few glasses of cheep beer then go eat some more just to see someone?!!? Shit.
Once
we were done eating, I was exhausted.
I had been kickboxing the night before and it was hitting me then that I
was sore and didn’t really want to be awake anymore, but he got up and turned
off the light in the living room where we were sitting. And he sat next to me on the
couch. Its amazing how you see
things differently when your screwing someone opposed to when your just friends
with them. For instance, I didn’t
ever notice how his eyes were that blue.
I mean, they are blue. How
does one not notice that?
Disinterested at the time I guess.
But now, his eyes and his mouth are all I can look at. Shit… Moving on…
We
cuddled for a little bit on the couch and we were both falling asleep, so I
told him I was going to leave. I
stood up to go and he asked me, “what, no hug good night?”
Ugh,
I could just eat him up.
“I
guess so.”
I
leaned down to hug him and he pulled me in close and planted one on my
lips. Euphoria is the only way to
describe kissing him. Does that
make me a bad person? Or does is make
me seem like its more than what it is?
I think it does, but as for right now, I am going to have to play this
childish game with him and make him want me more than I want him.
So
if anyone has any suggestions, I am up for anything right now. I think this could go somewhere, and if
it doesn’t, that’s still fine, but I think honestly, I would prefer that it
does…
Pathetic,
loser, jerk ass.
Again,
with the verbal bashing. I have
got to stop.
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