For as long as I can recall, I've had this habit of talking to myself. Usually, it's whatever train of thought is relevant - my grocery list, stuff I need to do at work, things like that. Tonight, it's been one thought, and one thought only.
"I really like this guy."
I've been playing phone tag with Ryan for the past couple days. I finally talked to him earlier this evening, and we were discussing when we might be able to get together. he told me he worked pretty much every day(which I can understand - I do the same. Being an adult sucks sometimes.), but he'd figure something out. I've been wanting to see him again, though - it's so rare that I meet someone that I just can't get off my mind. I got home from work, and kept trying to decide if I should go up to Friday's to see him again. This is where talking to myslef began for the evening - "If I go there, will I just end up screwing this up? I don't know. But if I don't go, I know I'm just going to keep wondering what would have happened had I gone. What do I do?"
I let the idea marinate for a while. I cut out some fabric, took a shower, and continued talking to myself. Finally, I decided to go. I figured, well, if I screw this up now, I haven't gotten to know him well enough to be too upset. Let's do it.
My hair wasn't even dry when I got on my scooter and went to Friday's. I got in, ordered a glass of wine, and I waited. No sign of him. I sat and watched the group of people next to me - one of them was deaf, and there were five or six people signing to one another. It was pretty interesting to watch - I have always wanted to learn sign language. I just kind of hung out, but he was nowhere to be found.
And then, I finally saw him. He was out of uniform, getting ready to go home. I wondered if he had seen me. I sat there with my merlot, waiting for him to notice me, but kind of half-hoping he didn't. I don't want the guy to think I'm stalking him. Finally, he was on his way out.
He walked past me without saying a word...and then sat down next to me at the bar. To be honest, I was kind of expecting, "What are you doing here? This is getting weird. I have to go", or something of the like. But, to my relief, we started talking. Not about anything in particular, just talking. I got to know a little more about him. He's 24(a bit younger than myself, but not unreasonably so), moved to Florida about five years ago from St. Louis, and still doesn't really know anybody here. I can absolutely relate to that - most of the people I have met haven't been worth my time.
Anyway, we wound up going outside for a smoke, taking our drinks with us, and got locked out. No big deal - it was closing time, and it was a lot quieter outside. We wound up sitting out there talking until about 2:30 in the morning. Mind you, I needed to get up for work at 10 this morning, but I didn't care. I was really enjoying his company. I did have to get home, though. He gave me a hug, and we parted company. And on my ride home, I continued talking to myself...
"I really like this guy."
"I really like this guy."
I've been playing phone tag with Ryan for the past couple days. I finally talked to him earlier this evening, and we were discussing when we might be able to get together. he told me he worked pretty much every day(which I can understand - I do the same. Being an adult sucks sometimes.), but he'd figure something out. I've been wanting to see him again, though - it's so rare that I meet someone that I just can't get off my mind. I got home from work, and kept trying to decide if I should go up to Friday's to see him again. This is where talking to myslef began for the evening - "If I go there, will I just end up screwing this up? I don't know. But if I don't go, I know I'm just going to keep wondering what would have happened had I gone. What do I do?"
I let the idea marinate for a while. I cut out some fabric, took a shower, and continued talking to myself. Finally, I decided to go. I figured, well, if I screw this up now, I haven't gotten to know him well enough to be too upset. Let's do it.
My hair wasn't even dry when I got on my scooter and went to Friday's. I got in, ordered a glass of wine, and I waited. No sign of him. I sat and watched the group of people next to me - one of them was deaf, and there were five or six people signing to one another. It was pretty interesting to watch - I have always wanted to learn sign language. I just kind of hung out, but he was nowhere to be found.
And then, I finally saw him. He was out of uniform, getting ready to go home. I wondered if he had seen me. I sat there with my merlot, waiting for him to notice me, but kind of half-hoping he didn't. I don't want the guy to think I'm stalking him. Finally, he was on his way out.
He walked past me without saying a word...and then sat down next to me at the bar. To be honest, I was kind of expecting, "What are you doing here? This is getting weird. I have to go", or something of the like. But, to my relief, we started talking. Not about anything in particular, just talking. I got to know a little more about him. He's 24(a bit younger than myself, but not unreasonably so), moved to Florida about five years ago from St. Louis, and still doesn't really know anybody here. I can absolutely relate to that - most of the people I have met haven't been worth my time.
Anyway, we wound up going outside for a smoke, taking our drinks with us, and got locked out. No big deal - it was closing time, and it was a lot quieter outside. We wound up sitting out there talking until about 2:30 in the morning. Mind you, I needed to get up for work at 10 this morning, but I didn't care. I was really enjoying his company. I did have to get home, though. He gave me a hug, and we parted company. And on my ride home, I continued talking to myself...
"I really like this guy."
2 comments:
You going to keep us in suspense forever?
No. He turned out to be a douchebag, and simply wasn't worth mentioning.
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