Monday, June 13, 2005
tension. thick, humid, and heavy. I personally get a tingly feeling in the back of my shoulders, and my heart rate rises. my breathing takes on this strange staggered rhythm while I suddenly get uncomfortable in the position I happen to be sitting/laying/standing in.
I feel it before an apology, before an important event, during a tense game, or after an argument.
or, in some wonderful cases, before you muster the courage to somehow physically express how you feel to someone that you like.
"I really want to continue seeing you again" as he fiddles with his ipod,it was playing an uncomfortably slow song.the night is getting long, the date had gone well so far, but there was a bit of silence, each person staring at the empty PCH
he's not sure what he is feeling, he's not sure why, but he just feels good, like something is going well.
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the first hug was a bit akward, back when he picked her up at her place. he was late, the 405 was backed up and street signs in the city are too small for his bespectacled eyes. he gazed at her bookshelf, noting that she has cool books, then noting how pathetic he was for somehow judging her based on her bookshelf, as if he even reads good books anymore.
driving to long beach was fun, even though neither of them knew exactly where they were. they parked in a spot they would later forget. crepes were on the menu for dinner, and as the food slowly disappeared from the plates, so did the akward nature of the beginning of a second date.
it was dark, and a bit chilly as they walked barefoot on the beach. she joked about stepping on a syringe, he smiled as he switched his shoes from his right hand to his left, just in case he might hold her hand. he smiled when he noticed her do the same thing.
they walked back and forth, stopped to put his shoes back on. he had not at that point, held her hand. the conversation was good, the two were starting to get to know about eachother. he took advantage of this chance to start fresh, totally honest. he felt kind of bad as he looked at his beat up button up shirt, she looked great in maroon, and he told her throwing all caution about cliched sayings to the wind.
mini-adventures were made, they passed a "bear" bar as he humorously explained what he thought a "bear" was in the LGBT community, he thinks he is right.
another adventure was had as they explored the rows and rows of one way streets jumping at the sound of a large dog barking.
they get lost. kind of on purpose. pch, 405, 710, artesia the south bay is a mystery to both of them. they stumble upon a multiplex, and briefly consider a movie then decide that an 11pm showing of mr and ms smith was not what they had in mind.
they find a starbucks, as she goes to the bathroom, he finds a table outside, and sets her drink across the round table from him. at the last minute, he moves her drink to a position next to him, a bit sheepish since she just happened to appear. regardless, she sat next to him and for the next hour they laughed about friends, LA, dating, and the strange circumstances that brought the two together. the coffee ended well before the conversation, but, it was time to get back on the road.
finding their bearings he begins to realize that he doesn't want the night to end yet, and he secretly thinks that she feels the same way.
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He: so do we take road 1 or road 2?
She: well, road 1 is a direct shot to my house, or we can go the long way
He: let's go the long way
he smiles, he doesn't care what they do, as long as they do it together.
finally, he breaks the tension and sits his hand next to hers. he holds his breath, nervous at what might happen. first, the pinky finger slides over hers, then slowly the other fingers move, locking into one another. he stares ahead, takes a deep breath.
who knows where the long road will take him. ¶ 6/13/2005 01:27:00 PM
I feel it before an apology, before an important event, during a tense game, or after an argument.
or, in some wonderful cases, before you muster the courage to somehow physically express how you feel to someone that you like.
"I really want to continue seeing you again" as he fiddles with his ipod,it was playing an uncomfortably slow song.the night is getting long, the date had gone well so far, but there was a bit of silence, each person staring at the empty PCH
he's not sure what he is feeling, he's not sure why, but he just feels good, like something is going well.
____________________________________________________________________
the first hug was a bit akward, back when he picked her up at her place. he was late, the 405 was backed up and street signs in the city are too small for his bespectacled eyes. he gazed at her bookshelf, noting that she has cool books, then noting how pathetic he was for somehow judging her based on her bookshelf, as if he even reads good books anymore.
driving to long beach was fun, even though neither of them knew exactly where they were. they parked in a spot they would later forget. crepes were on the menu for dinner, and as the food slowly disappeared from the plates, so did the akward nature of the beginning of a second date.
it was dark, and a bit chilly as they walked barefoot on the beach. she joked about stepping on a syringe, he smiled as he switched his shoes from his right hand to his left, just in case he might hold her hand. he smiled when he noticed her do the same thing.
they walked back and forth, stopped to put his shoes back on. he had not at that point, held her hand. the conversation was good, the two were starting to get to know about eachother. he took advantage of this chance to start fresh, totally honest. he felt kind of bad as he looked at his beat up button up shirt, she looked great in maroon, and he told her throwing all caution about cliched sayings to the wind.
mini-adventures were made, they passed a "bear" bar as he humorously explained what he thought a "bear" was in the LGBT community, he thinks he is right.
another adventure was had as they explored the rows and rows of one way streets jumping at the sound of a large dog barking.
they get lost. kind of on purpose. pch, 405, 710, artesia the south bay is a mystery to both of them. they stumble upon a multiplex, and briefly consider a movie then decide that an 11pm showing of mr and ms smith was not what they had in mind.
they find a starbucks, as she goes to the bathroom, he finds a table outside, and sets her drink across the round table from him. at the last minute, he moves her drink to a position next to him, a bit sheepish since she just happened to appear. regardless, she sat next to him and for the next hour they laughed about friends, LA, dating, and the strange circumstances that brought the two together. the coffee ended well before the conversation, but, it was time to get back on the road.
finding their bearings he begins to realize that he doesn't want the night to end yet, and he secretly thinks that she feels the same way.
____________________________________________________________________
He: so do we take road 1 or road 2?
She: well, road 1 is a direct shot to my house, or we can go the long way
He: let's go the long way
he smiles, he doesn't care what they do, as long as they do it together.
finally, he breaks the tension and sits his hand next to hers. he holds his breath, nervous at what might happen. first, the pinky finger slides over hers, then slowly the other fingers move, locking into one another. he stares ahead, takes a deep breath.
who knows where the long road will take him. ¶ 6/13/2005 01:27:00 PM
