#17 is true. A girl kissed me aproximately 3 years, 2 months, and 2 hours after when i originally asked a girl if she’d kiss me.
Of course, i always remember wanting to kiss girls, from when i was very little. When i was five we went to Disney World, and there was one rather boring ride on a boat and i just remember that the most adorable girl was sitting across from me but i was afraid to look right at her because i felt like she would immediately know i was staring at her and i’d look like some dorky little five year old just smiling dumbly at the cutest six year old ever. So, yeah, i was setting up for romantic disaster very early on in life.
Anyhow, the girl who never kissed me was Juliana, and while i didn’t ask her to kiss me outright i would like to point out that our faces were very near to each other and it had never crossed my mind to kiss anyone ever before then in such an immediate fashion. So, while the actual question posed was whether or not she’d ever consider going on a date with me, it was only asked because the question we’re focusing on had been asked and answered in that are faces were still just near to each other. But, anyhow, we just wound up sharing lip gloss, and the rest is history.
As for my first kiss, it’s a topic i dance around constantly on this log without ever actually talking about it, because i talked about it entirely too much when it first happened. As you can easily see, i have no concept of secrets when it comes to myself so i didn’t think to keep my mouth shut about kissing someone – never thinking about if the someone would prefer me to keep my mouth just slightly less ajar than it was. I suppose it would have been better if i just continued to watch the replay of it in my head and not replay it for everyone else, but decisions are decisions and no one was hurt by any of it and life goes on (without us ever ever kissing again). So… no links to point you towards for this one, but if you’re a regular reader i’ll tie it all together for you; these three events coincide: first kiss, new years 2000, & “under my skin.”
Happy now?
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So, last night i went to a baseball game (yes, i know, it’s improbable). We didn’t quite have nosebleed seats, but we were high up enough that Veteran’s Stadium seemed more like an arena for the sky than a sports venu. When they announced a rain delay due to a thunderstorm watch people started streaming out of the open seats into the more protected areas but i stayed glued down as i contemplated the chance to watch the weather have its way with the world from the cheap seats.
Weather never really decided whether or not it was going to do a darn thing, as as a result we finally took cover just out of boredom and hunger. I’m not a big sports fan, so the wonder of walking around the circling circumference ramps of a major league stadium isn’t entirely lost on me although i have learned enough about market and captive economies to know better than to pay $2.50 for a bottle of water no matter how thirsty i am (and that they purposely buy spicy cheese for their nachos and sell only water and soda alongside them for outrageous prices). The big excitement came not from the weather or the overpriced concessions, but from some random South Philly girl who couldn’t have been older than 14 or 15 hitting on me while i was in line for the nachos.
If you’ve been reading for any length of time you’ll know that not too many young ladies seriously hit on me; to this day Selina denies flirting with me at any point up to and including when i first kissed her. And, i’ve especially never been hit on randomly at a sporting event by someone, and not just because i typically attend sporting events at the rate of one per two years. I’m thinking my lack of random events such as this one can be attributed either my going everywhere with my mother, my having too much hair, or my shopping in a totally flaming fashion. Last night i was with my friend Steve (who’s apparently equally eligible for random South Philly girls, since he was hit on after i didn’t give my number out), i’m sporting a sexy new haircut (well… the Sexy New Haircut), and i was all chill and guy-like with my beat up jeans (ask me if i let that happen intentionally) and my rapidly deteriorating mod-squad leather jacket. So, anyway, not that i’m especially keen on dating random jailbait from South Philly, but out of all the (equally Italian) guys she could have hit on she picked me. Or, maybe she hit on all of them. But, life has a way of inflating my ego whenever someone else lets the air out of it a little too much.
Okay, so, don’t hold me to this at a later date, but i’m really happy that my crush on Teri wound up nowhere. Any tiny kiss or single date that theoretically could have taken place in the last half year pales in comparison to the continued elation we have when we see each other or the way i like to just sit and listen to her talk about anything. I love to listen to people talk about their lives and their future, but most of the time i just feel like i prattle on endlessly about myself for lack of anything else to talk about. But, today i just got lost in a conversation about drum corps and houses in Northeast Philly and bullets and everything and by the time we got back to me all i had to talk about was how my life was just a flatline with no indication of movement in any direction up until just a handul of years ago and that i’m not really used to it yet.
I kept staring out of the window at green leaves waving like hundreds of tiny flags on the wind. I guess all you need is something to carry you along.
So, i’m not going to Shippensburg this weekend as originally planned. I’m not quite sure why. I have two people who want to drive there and have nothing better to do, but the plan just doesn’t seem to have any weight to it. Maybe it’s because the other two people want to go because i want to go, and i want to go so i can hang out with Teri, but in reality i know Teri will be too tied up in the midst of her last big party of the year to pay much attention to a bunch of us Drexel kids. Or to me. It’s silly to even try to suggest that i had another reason to go … i don’t drink all that much and i’m not the most social person in the world when it comes to meeting people at parties. My excuse for it all was that a bunch of us would go and make it a bonding experience, but obviously the drive behind the whole thing was seeing Teri. But now i’m not. Not sure how i feel about that. But, now it looks like i can just run into town, buy a spindle of cds, and start hammering away at demo duplication. What fun!
When my aunt Joyce first heard about me being the overnight and day visit coordinator for the admissions office at Drexel, the first thing she asked was “Have you met any cute girls?” Forget for a moment how incredibly innapropriate it would be for me to hit on cute pre-freshmen, and just notice that the first thing that Joyce asks me about any situation i get myself into is how many cute girls the situation contains. Since i was somewhat incommunicado during the rehearsal period for good woman of setzuan no one in my family ever really heard about or met Selina other than my mother, so they’re all stuck assuming i’m in the same little anti-dating zone that i was in in high school. And, to an extent i still am, but i just think it’s hilarious how they pump me for information constantly to see if i’m seeing anyone, or thinking about seeing anyone, or thinking about anyone. I think one or two of my other aunts might have finally given up and assumed that i’m gay based on my total lack of apparent attraction to the opposite sex (and my utter refusal to attend any sort of go-go bar with my father every year around my birthday), but the wonderful thing about my family in that respect is that they’re very accepting but they never bring things like that up on their own. So, as far as i’m concerned, the gayer the better – that way i don’t need to hear them bitch all the time about my lonesome love life.