ok fine yes its sad. i feel sad about forming this connection that so far is so sweet and innocent and easy and fun.
last night we had a date night--he came by the house and we sat on the porch for a spell, watching the rain come in and not kissing. eventually we walked downtown, me in rainboots and through the drops, to the Wooly for the art opening. it was packed and full of lots of different arts....he bought me a drink....we looked at the art and ran into everybody we knew (more him of course but some for me too) and then got paged for our table at the Top next door. packed and noisy we found our little table for 2, ordered udon noodles w/ pork belly (whaaaaat) and some kind of fancy chicken....and corn nuggets.....chatting and eating deliciousness, helloing to more people. eventually ali and lexi came by....we finally finished, when out back to have a drink w/ali (who does this stuff?? not me at least not so far...so adult feeling or mainstream or something but i like it). then we walked back home for dancing shoes, sat another spell on the porch with chelseax2 and kentucky, reminiscing dirty fist days and chatting, drinking pbr........then back downtown to the atlantic for dancing....another drink.......hemming and hawing and then cutting it up on the dance floor, suuper fun......another drink these ones were pretty strong.....walking home finally.....and then rolling and playing and sweetness and finally sleep.....waking this morning for another round, then potato collard omlette out on the porch....some hanging about and then i gave him a massage....which turned into round 3.....and then packing up bags, to flacos for sandwiches and volta for homework time.
what is this???? so sweet and easy and fun and pleasant and i'll probably never see him again by the end of the summer. trying not to imagine the things.....and just let it be and also not wanting to set myself up for more hurt.
last night we had a date night--he came by the house and we sat on the porch for a spell, watching the rain come in and not kissing. eventually we walked downtown, me in rainboots and through the drops, to the Wooly for the art opening. it was packed and full of lots of different arts....he bought me a drink....we looked at the art and ran into everybody we knew (more him of course but some for me too) and then got paged for our table at the Top next door. packed and noisy we found our little table for 2, ordered udon noodles w/ pork belly (whaaaaat) and some kind of fancy chicken....and corn nuggets.....chatting and eating deliciousness, helloing to more people. eventually ali and lexi came by....we finally finished, when out back to have a drink w/ali (who does this stuff?? not me at least not so far...so adult feeling or mainstream or something but i like it). then we walked back home for dancing shoes, sat another spell on the porch with chelseax2 and kentucky, reminiscing dirty fist days and chatting, drinking pbr........then back downtown to the atlantic for dancing....another drink.......hemming and hawing and then cutting it up on the dance floor, suuper fun......another drink these ones were pretty strong.....walking home finally.....and then rolling and playing and sweetness and finally sleep.....waking this morning for another round, then potato collard omlette out on the porch....some hanging about and then i gave him a massage....which turned into round 3.....and then packing up bags, to flacos for sandwiches and volta for homework time.
what is this???? so sweet and easy and fun and pleasant and i'll probably never see him again by the end of the summer. trying not to imagine the things.....and just let it be and also not wanting to set myself up for more hurt.
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