Nick and I watched Zombie Lake tonight. (BTW, you should all go watch it. It has Nazi zombies.) On the way back from returning the videos (because if we didn't return them right away I probably would have forgotten and racked up a nice late fee), I asked him, "You know that thing I asked you about before break?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Um, yeah... so... Like, I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, it's just that I asked you so I could stop being all 'OMG what's going on' and, well, I'm still doing that. And I want you to know, I'm not going to be MAD if you say no. I might be a little upset, but not mad. And I still want to be your friend. I mean, I was your friend before I started liking you... so... yeah."

"Right, well, right now I'm not really interested in dating anyone. I think I would probably end up freaking out more than I do now. And really, I've gotta tell ya, you can do better. Let's face it, I'm not entirely mentally stable, and I'm definitely not attractive."

"Don't give me that. I think you're attractive."

"Yeah, well, I don't. Pleasedon'thurtme. Well, okay, I guess I deserve it."

So I gave him a teeny smack which was more like a really gentle tap on his cheek with the back of my hand than anything else, and he said, "Oh come on, you can hit me harder than that."

I started spazzing. "I'm not going to beat you! If I tell you I like you and then beat the shit out of you, that's really going to drive the point home, isn't it? And, y'know, I really like just hanging out with you, and when I said date I was thinking like a movie at the K-10 and dinner at Steak' N' Shake, maybe Applebee's if you're feeling spendy."

"... But we do that anyway."

At that point I started doing that thing where I make funny gibberish noises while I try to make actual words come out, and I was waving my hands around, and finally he said, "I have no idea what you're trying to say, but no, I don't have an airplane."

"Right. Weirdo. Anyway, I wasn't really trying to ask you out so much as I was trying to say, 'Hey, I like you, if you don't like me that's okay but I'd kinda like it if you liked me back, yay?'"

"Okay. Well, like I said, I don't want to date anyone right now, but I probably will in the future and it might be you."

And then we said good night (after I said "Yaaaaaaaaay...?" a couple times and all the niceties and shit). I feel pretty good about it, even if ultimately he did still give me a maybe. It was a maybe with reasoning behind it, damnit! And, really, I still get to hang out with him like I always have. I mentioned the being friends thing again, and he said that he thought of me as his friend and that it said something that he was already counting me as a friend, since it usually takes him a while to think of people as friends rather than as people he sees and hangs out with, so that's good, I think.

I'm pretty happy with this. I like what I've got with him now that I know what's going on. The only problem is that my brain is saying "Is he interested now? How about now? Now? NOW????" every fifteen seconds, it seems like. Stupid desire for instant gratification. I will live just fine if we're just friends, brain, do you hear me?

And now I sleep, damnit. I have class in the morning and work tomorrow night (yes, work, FINALLY, haven't had any since December and I'll take it even if I loathe this job with every fiber of my being), so I should probably attempt to be well-rested.
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