Positively Scarred

“…I’m not tired.”

“Neither am I.”

There was a long pause. We were laying in bed next to each other, the time on the clock read well past 2:00 A.M.

“Ugh, we’re going to be miserable on the drive down there at this rate.”

“This is ridiculous. Okay, I’m going to shower, pick some oranges from outside, and we’re leaving.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes, get ready!”

By 3:00 A.M. my best friend and I set out on the road leading to San Diego. It was Spring Break and by some miracle we had both gotten the time off work. The trip was a belated birthday gift for me; my parents had rented a house on the boardwalk at Mission Beach for the week. They had already been down there a few days and were expecting us in the early evening.

To make a long story short, we ended up at our rental house twelve hours later. We talked, stopped frequently for breaks and photos, food, and listened to music. We car danced all the way to San Diego. We danced while we were there. We car danced on the way home. There was not a lack of music on our trip, that’s for sure.

And when I hear the songs we listened to, I just wanna move. I wanna throw my hands up in the air. I wanna gyrate my hips. I wanna sing along. I grin from ear to ear and I can’t control myself!

When you feel the need to dance, YOU JUST GOTTA DANCE.

It’s been a while… Feels like it has been longer than it has. This goes for a lot of things. First off, last weekend was great. The concert I trekked to was awesome. The bands were good (minus Everclear, whose lead singer sounded totally loaded and mumbled most of the lyrics and generally put on a shit show for everyone to scoff about), the weather was awesome, and we (my family and I) were lookin’ HOT. It was a good time all around.

After the show, my evening continued with drinks with Snake and Princess after PC went to sleep. The next morning, we went for brunch and bottomless mimosas—this is where it gets interesting and I was totally caught off guard—where I met a cute, adorable boy who is proving to be the total package. It started off with Snake and I switching seats, because apparently T and I were going to spend the whole time talking across Snake. Which proved to be a correct assumption.Then Snake forwarded us each the others contact information.

We headed back to PC’s house to continue the drinking/football festivities. T and I, with little effort at all, ended up next to each other on the couch. I’ll admit, it was awkward at first. Sitting next to someone like that… Letting him put his arm around me… Letting him kiss me. Swoon. I napped on him during the 49ers game. Awoke to the end of the game, more wine, food, and kisses on the front stoop as I smoked.

Eventually, Snake and I had to leave and she had to return me home and head north a bit to her home.

Fast forward to Monday: T and I are texting. I’m dying because I had no sooner gotten home and was gone again and ended up drinking vodka which proved to be a bad decision. I felt so sick. But he said he wanted to come up and see me. Mind you, this is an hour away from where I am. Says he’ll be at my front door by 4:15. No lie, he was on time.

We left and I played GPS and we went to Starbucks, talked a bit, I felt awkward because I picked up on his vibes of awkwardness. Lots of cute things were said like, “Well I may have to come to Merced more often” and “I may have to change that” (after saying I don’t go out as much as I used to).  I smiled a lot. We lacked things to do… and at this point it’s almost 5:30 and I’m feeling like craaaap. Movie is suggested, then plan is put into motion. Apollo 18. Lots of hand holding… lots of sweet little kisses. It was really quite adorable. Still smiling.

The plan after the movie was supposed to be dinner, but I still felt like crap after so I asked him to take me home. Apologized, said I just wasn’t feeling well. I really did feel bad… I honestly hoped he didn’t think I was bailing on him. So, he drops me off. There’s a guy at the end of the cul-de-sac who drives the same car (different year and color) and he commented on it when he picked me up, and again as he was dropping me off.

I made a comment about how both the guys who lived there are jerks and how I dated one of them for a millisecond a couple years ago. (Mostly to gauge his response to me living down the block from someone I dated.) The response? “Well, I hope this lasts more than a millisecond.” I got a kiss goodnight and a promise he would text me when he got home.

Needless to say, we’ve been texting since. Our conversations are light. I want to take things slow. Basic day to day things are discussed, and occasionally something with more substance comes up. I don’t know if he knows, but he’s telling me things about himself without me directly asking. I’m seeing him Friday. I get cute texts saying how Friday can’t come soon enough, and how this is such a long week, and how the weekend is going to be sooo long until he can see me Sunday. It’s really cute. It’s the right balance of letting me know he’s interested, and coming on too strong.

Stay tuned, because this kitten is smitten. This could be love. Slow and steady, I’ll eventually know. Not rushing into anything. Not limiting myself.

But it would be TOTALLY killer if this became the new “it” thing.

Not too much on the agenda for Friday, aside from a coffee date in the morning.

Saturday promises to be fun. My sister’s boyfriend is going to make us (My sister, himself, my mom, step dad, and myself) some homemade egg and sausage sandwiches + hash browns. Then we’re going to head out to Blazefest in Fresno and watch some pretty cool bands.

Afterward, I will depart from my party and go out and really party with Snake, Princess, and Prince Charming. I’m especially looking forward to this because I get to meet Princess and PC in person before our Epicenter Festival trip next weekend. Also, I’m happy to be involved and doing something with new people.

I’m excited.

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