Swedish Chocolate Mocha |
Anyway, since my two targets were dating other people and they were also the only people I talked too except my gay best friend, *Alex, I needed someone to keep me busy on my long car trip to (Random big city.) *Alex had been talking to umm *Swedish Chocolate (I will explain the name later, he is SC for now) and so I took that has my opportunity. I told him I was going to steal his number from *Alex and he smiled and told me it was totally fine.
After that it was just talking. Everything went pretty great. He told me that he would have talked to me sooner but he was too shy because I was really pretty (AHHHHH!). We talked for hours everyday and we asked each other random questions. I learned a lot about him including the fact that he had a girlfriend. It was kind of difficult to learn that information since I already kind of liked him but I figured he would be a good friend to keep around and I could find someone else. I didn't really know how much I liked him at that point though. We began to talk to each other more at school and during a band concert outdoors he held my hand. His fingers were turning purple which I suppose was his justification for wanting to hold my hand. Later that week though we had an indoor concert in which we held hands just to hold hands. My heart was beating out of my chest, I was biting my lip so I wouldn't say anything stupid, there was a lump in my throat, and I pray his hand was the one that was slightly moist. (I also took his sweater for a week)
He texted me that night that he didn't get to see his girlfriend often and that it was just nice to hold my hand but he didn't want me to read too much into it. He was simply holding my hand and nothing more. He texted *Alex something different. He told *Alex that he liked me but he had a girlfriend and didn't exactly know what to do. I supposed it was natural. His girlfriend was a cute cheerleader who wanted to date him and I was an intimidating, upperclassman who gave mixed messages. I sulked for the next week which annoyed the hell out of most of my friends because apparently, "at least he likes you," was supposed to be enough to make me happy. *James and *Tyler also liked me.
I still talked to him. I couldn't pull myself away from him, his smile, his laugh. I bought him Swedish Chocolate because he speaks Swedish. He complimented me, worried about me, and when he hugged me I would melt. I knew I was just getting myself deeper into a hole but I really didn't care.
One night after band I saw his girlfriend outside. She has just finished cheerleading. He walked down the cement stairs to me and not her. I told him I saw his girlfriend and I pointed in her direction and he said that he would see her another time. I rolled my eyes and accused him of having a weird relationship. He smiled and nodded.
We hung out last Friday. We bantered about the usual things: gun control (not exactly sure why,) skiing, his rival saxaphone player, busses being romantic, jazz music, etc. when I decided to ask him about his awkward relationship with his girlfriend. She wouldn't go to his jazz performance that night and I asked why (I attended for the record.) He replied that she didn't want to. She wasn't busy, she just didn't want to. I rolled my eyes again. "Do you two ever do anything?"
"I ask her but she always says no."
"How long have you two dated?"
"4 months and she hasn't even met my parents."
"What are her goals?"
"Umm I'm not sure."
"What's her guilty pleasure?"
"Umm not sure."
"What's her middle name?"
There was no answer. He flushed red and admitted to not being happy in his relationship. "Then what are you doing?" I asked. We finished our coffee in my favorite coffee shop. It has jazz nights on Friday and Saturday so we agreed to make every other Friday jazz and coffee night. I complimented his smile and he did that really cute guy thing where they turn away and try to hide it but you can seem them turn pink and the corners of their mouth turn up. We laughed and continued to share more life stories until he had to leave.
That night he texted me that he broke up with her. I wanted to jump and scream and laugh and smile but I didn't. OKAY so I did do that stuff. Today he told *Alex that he liked me but wanted to wait until the right moment to tell me. I know dating a guy fresh out of a relationship is always bad news but something about it feels so right. I'm going to (Different Random Big City) with him on Saturday. We will be taking a bus, visiting the art museum, and eating foods from all different countries at the Global Market <3 This will be our unofficial first date. Wish me luck.
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