So my drive down to the Island with friends was awesome. We just listened to music and chatted and had a great time! Only thing was once we hit the GW Bridge we got into a lot of traffic and that sucked. Even though we left around 4:30, we didn't get back until almost 10. Though that allowed Carl and I to immediately run to Applebee's for half price appetizers. Which was - as usual - delicious.
Alright, so I said I would talk about meeting that guy, and I shall do it now! We've been texting back and forth since then so, which has been awesome.
After killing a tower of amaretto sour with friends, we went to a different bar than usual, because Carl said that it was a place where a lot of grad students went. Since our regular bar was empty (it being a Monday night and all), we went over. It was really crowded, and much more lively. There were live musicians playing, and I think it was just amateur night or something, because people were just going up with their guitars and stuff. Some were really good, and others...eh, not so much. But still, it was awesome to listen to some live music!
At first we felt a little weird, because it seemed as though everyone knew each other, so we were just standing in the back. The guy originally just walked past me - I think it was the combination of the leather jacket and the red sweatshirt that really got my attention in the beginning. And he's really really cute. Normally I'm not very taken aback by anyone upon first looking at them, but this guy seemed awesome.
Cue me, for the rest of the fucking night, debating whether or not I should talk to him. It probably annoyed my friends, but whatever.
So anyway, we moved closer to the musicians in the front, partly because we wanted to see them, and also partly because that guy was up there. For a while he was surrounded by his own friends and stuff, so I didn't want to do anything. Just look. I was a huge creeper, kind of.
He actually ended up going up, and he played two or three songs. And was so good. I was really impressed. And that kind of fueled my desire to talk to him even more.
I don't know if this other guy heard me talking about how intimidated I was and how I didn't know if I should go up and talk to him - especially since I knew I wouldn't really be able to take a rejection on that specific night very well (I would just get sad, probably) - because he just walked over to me and started telling me all these wonderful things. He said that I shouldn't feel intimidated and that he could tell just by looking at me that I was a beautiful person and that I was the most beautiful person at the bar and that I should be confident because of that and everything. And it was really nice to hear. I admired that guy's courage too; he took the opportunity to tell me that, and it was really nice of him. Especially since I usually do doubt myself and think awful things about myself...it's nice sometimes to hear that my own thoughts don't correspond to other people's, and that maybe I'm not as bad as I sometimes think.
Anyway, last call was announced, and the musician guy was standing - finally - by himself. I decided to just...go up and talk to him. I offered to buy him a drink since he did so well and he was really thankful and nice (and was impressed that I gave the bartender an awesome tip; she even gave me a high-five because of it), and then we just talked for a while. He was an English major but is now doing something in web design (which, I don't know if I've said but I'm extremely attracted to computer scientists/engineers/mathematicians/natural scientists...basically people in the STEM fields, so that was awesome), and played the saxophone (so we gushed about that). We fangirled/boyed a little over Death Cab and Benjamin Gibbard, and I started recommending a bunch of bands to him.
Eventually, though, we were kicked out, so numbers were exchanged. I drove Carl and Brendan back to their apartments, and I had gotten a text asking if we could hang out more. Without hesitating I said yes, and I met him back at the bar. He lead me to his house, and we just sat around and talked for a long time. I allowed my nerdiness to come out in full force, practically, because I don't think I should hide that ever. He seemed to like it, or at least not mind. We ended up cuddling for a little bit, too, and before I knew it, it was five in the morning.
A kiss goodnight happened, and then I was - like I said - beaming the entire way home.
We've been texting back and forth since then, just joking around and stuff. He's just really sweet and funny and I'm really looking forward to hanging out with him again at some point hopefully. (Definitely going back to that bar Monday night for sure.)
I haven't felt like this in a long time. It feels good.
Sometime soon I should post something about the Israel-Palestine conflict happening right now. If it keeps escalating - which I unfortunately fear that it will - I wonder when the U.S. is going to intervene.
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