One Crazy Night
Wow! Tonight -- yesterday night, I guess -- was crazy. I mean, insane-crazy. Like I have a new boyfriend crazy. And it's none of the guys I've been worrying about! Hey, I said it was weird. . .
The day began relatively normally. I skipped General Psych and went to work-study at the bookstore. The security guard guy came in and talked with me (twice!), my friends stopped in to say 'hi', I went back to my dorm. Some of us went to Wal-Mart, we came back, went to dinner, I wrote a Theatre paper. Then things just went wild.
Some friends went ice skating; I decided to watch but ended up joining in for a while. When I came back, the security guard decided he needed to talk with me (he didn't say anything dumb so he's okay for now. . .). Then friends started dropping by to see if I wanted to (quoting R. Kelly) "sip on coke and rum". I donned a toga in order to look like the goddess Athena, became sufficiently "happy" and took a huge group of people to Applebee's. When we got back, I was in "talk about my relationships" mode.
I had come thisclose to getting back together with my ex-fiancee the night before, so I was confused about that. The security guard kept popping up wherever I was. The guy I want had talked to me a couple of times, not to mention the texting we had been doing the night before that. So I was 100% baffled as to how the male mind works. I asked two of my trusted friends (because when it's 1 a.m. and you've been drinking whiskey and vodka, everyone's a trusted friend) to explain men to me -- after all, they are males.
We were in the process of figuring out whether my crush was a player or not when one of his fellow teammates entered. I asked him to tell me which guys on the football team were "players," hoping my question would be answered. He asked my for a specific name, then took forever to tell me that yes, he was a player and no, I should not go out with him. By this time everyone else had left, so this new guy (I'll call him 'B') and I were alone. I explained my current (confusing) romantic situation to him. By the time I was done, he could have written a book called "What Raeanna Wants in a Man, Based on What Guys Don't Have". Finally, I asked about his love life. He said he was "working on" a relationship.
I offered to help hook him up if I could but he wouldn't tell me who he wanted. His hints were ridiculously broad: "She has brown hair." "She lives in our dorm." "Her name doesn't start with 'k' but it's in the last half of the alphabet." The list whittled down the candidates quickly. Pretty soon, I was the only one left. This was what I had been afraid of. I told him I needed another hint so he put his arm around me, pulled me close and kissed me! I didn't know what to do so I kissed him back. He pulled away and asked me if that was a good enough hint.
It turns out that he'd liked me for quite a while but had decided to leave me alone when he heard I was engaged. Now that he had a chance, he wasn't going to give it up. After about five seconds of careful thought (by now the alcohol had worn off), I decided to go for it. We talked until 4:30 a.m., when he walked me to my room and gave me a good-night kiss. He also promised to visit me when I fill in at the bookstore tomorrow.
I really hope I can handle this without hurting anyone. Right now, though, I can barely think straight. At least I have a solution to the other guys: back off, I'm taken.
The day began relatively normally. I skipped General Psych and went to work-study at the bookstore. The security guard guy came in and talked with me (twice!), my friends stopped in to say 'hi', I went back to my dorm. Some of us went to Wal-Mart, we came back, went to dinner, I wrote a Theatre paper. Then things just went wild.
Some friends went ice skating; I decided to watch but ended up joining in for a while. When I came back, the security guard decided he needed to talk with me (he didn't say anything dumb so he's okay for now. . .). Then friends started dropping by to see if I wanted to (quoting R. Kelly) "sip on coke and rum". I donned a toga in order to look like the goddess Athena, became sufficiently "happy" and took a huge group of people to Applebee's. When we got back, I was in "talk about my relationships" mode.
I had come thisclose to getting back together with my ex-fiancee the night before, so I was confused about that. The security guard kept popping up wherever I was. The guy I want had talked to me a couple of times, not to mention the texting we had been doing the night before that. So I was 100% baffled as to how the male mind works. I asked two of my trusted friends (because when it's 1 a.m. and you've been drinking whiskey and vodka, everyone's a trusted friend) to explain men to me -- after all, they are males.
We were in the process of figuring out whether my crush was a player or not when one of his fellow teammates entered. I asked him to tell me which guys on the football team were "players," hoping my question would be answered. He asked my for a specific name, then took forever to tell me that yes, he was a player and no, I should not go out with him. By this time everyone else had left, so this new guy (I'll call him 'B') and I were alone. I explained my current (confusing) romantic situation to him. By the time I was done, he could have written a book called "What Raeanna Wants in a Man, Based on What Guys Don't Have". Finally, I asked about his love life. He said he was "working on" a relationship.
I offered to help hook him up if I could but he wouldn't tell me who he wanted. His hints were ridiculously broad: "She has brown hair." "She lives in our dorm." "Her name doesn't start with 'k' but it's in the last half of the alphabet." The list whittled down the candidates quickly. Pretty soon, I was the only one left. This was what I had been afraid of. I told him I needed another hint so he put his arm around me, pulled me close and kissed me! I didn't know what to do so I kissed him back. He pulled away and asked me if that was a good enough hint.
It turns out that he'd liked me for quite a while but had decided to leave me alone when he heard I was engaged. Now that he had a chance, he wasn't going to give it up. After about five seconds of careful thought (by now the alcohol had worn off), I decided to go for it. We talked until 4:30 a.m., when he walked me to my room and gave me a good-night kiss. He also promised to visit me when I fill in at the bookstore tomorrow.
I really hope I can handle this without hurting anyone. Right now, though, I can barely think straight. At least I have a solution to the other guys: back off, I'm taken.
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