What's really happening here?
Sometimes people can surprise you.
Yesterday was by far one of the strangest days I've encountered in awhile. Strange in the good sense rather than the bad. The story begins like this:
Thursday night I decided that it was time to clean my room (a project still in progress) however, this time I started in my closet. I went through all of my clothes in order to 1. organize my shit and 2. give some clothes to Blythe who has moved back from Australia and is currently with very little (more about Blythe later). So nearing the end of this loathsome task I recieved a phone call from none other than Tom, a reoccuring glitch in the system called my life. Tom wanted to know what I was up to and perhaps would I like to join him for tea or something. Rather than complete my task at hand I took the opportunity to meet with him. I went to Tom's apartment not knowing (but having a vauge idea) of what to expect for the evening. Now Tom and I have a history that spans over 8 or 9 months. We've never actually "dated" but there is an affection of sorts between us. However, I tend to think that I like him a bit more than he likes me, which always makes for dissappointment. But in this story, I am surprised by our encounter.
His apartment still had its distinct, familiar smell that I had come to miss in our not coming together in the two or so months that we didn't see each other over the summer. I admire his living space. It is unique and filled with aging artifacts of folk Americana, complete with acoustic guitars and banjos hanging on the walls. We left the apartment to venture out on the town in search of a low cost good time, but the rain drove us right back in. As I sat there on his vintage sofa and drank my tea I began to detest him. I wasn't sure why I was there if not only to overanyalze the situation later. Eventually, when he wanted to get close to me, I confronted him about how things had been left between us a few months back. There was no real explination on the subject, only that he was reclusive and hadn't talked to anyone. Not much of an excuse, but I didn't feel that I wanted to press the issue here. I think he understood that it all upset me, so I think he was trying to make amends when he asked me to stay over. Not in any sort of other way than to stay over because he was "just glad that I was there."
So I did. I stayed. I don't know why. But as his word, nothing happened, we just slept. It was nice and by far the sweetest he's ever been towards me. In the morning he made me some french toast while we listened to NPR. Then I went to work late.
It was possibly the longest 4 hours I've worked. Definitely the most interesting. Andy stopped by after his shift and showed me his new guitar, some special little Gibson, I don't remember the model. He stuck around for awhile, however throughout our many random conversations he dropped several hints that leads me to believe that he must think of me in a differentlight than I would imagine. No doubt our relationship has been a strange one throughout the past few years, but he really must have a thing for me. I guess I always kind of knew, (and at one time kind of hoped) but this is what he finally said after 1. saying that I looked cute today, 2. proclaming his attraction to me through some roundabout conversation with a coworker. 3. jokingly saying that he would come and visit me in Japan if I went, but that he'd better get some action if he come all that way, then he said (in a conversation about my current situation with Tom) that he thought that all of our problems would be resolved if we just had sex together. He said this in less of a joking manner, with a degree of some seriousness that made me blush and then feel strange about the whole thing. Not that I think he would enact on this anytime soon. He has a girlfriend. I don't like how he says that shit to me having one. But I can't really deny the tension between Andy and I, it was always there in some way. Now I really don't know what to think about it.
Later that night it was time for a drink. It had been such a weird day. Timmi and I were invited to Raina and Dave's house for dinner and drinks before going out. Blythe is back in town after a bad breakup with her girlfriend, Tegan. Since she's been back we want her to have as good a time as she can, going out and doing things, so she doesn't have to think about it so much. She seems to be doing quite well. I think it is much better than anyone would have imagined. It's nice having Blythe in town again, I missed her a lot. But at the same time, I feel horrible that he has to be here this way. It was nice to go out, all of us together. Raina, Blythe's sister, and her husband are a treat to hang out with. Raina was always like my older sister too. It's strange that we all still know each other, but there's comfort in it. We're just getting older.
I'm not quite sure what to make of a lot of things right now. I'm just trying to put them into perspective.
Yesterday was by far one of the strangest days I've encountered in awhile. Strange in the good sense rather than the bad. The story begins like this:
Thursday night I decided that it was time to clean my room (a project still in progress) however, this time I started in my closet. I went through all of my clothes in order to 1. organize my shit and 2. give some clothes to Blythe who has moved back from Australia and is currently with very little (more about Blythe later). So nearing the end of this loathsome task I recieved a phone call from none other than Tom, a reoccuring glitch in the system called my life. Tom wanted to know what I was up to and perhaps would I like to join him for tea or something. Rather than complete my task at hand I took the opportunity to meet with him. I went to Tom's apartment not knowing (but having a vauge idea) of what to expect for the evening. Now Tom and I have a history that spans over 8 or 9 months. We've never actually "dated" but there is an affection of sorts between us. However, I tend to think that I like him a bit more than he likes me, which always makes for dissappointment. But in this story, I am surprised by our encounter.
His apartment still had its distinct, familiar smell that I had come to miss in our not coming together in the two or so months that we didn't see each other over the summer. I admire his living space. It is unique and filled with aging artifacts of folk Americana, complete with acoustic guitars and banjos hanging on the walls. We left the apartment to venture out on the town in search of a low cost good time, but the rain drove us right back in. As I sat there on his vintage sofa and drank my tea I began to detest him. I wasn't sure why I was there if not only to overanyalze the situation later. Eventually, when he wanted to get close to me, I confronted him about how things had been left between us a few months back. There was no real explination on the subject, only that he was reclusive and hadn't talked to anyone. Not much of an excuse, but I didn't feel that I wanted to press the issue here. I think he understood that it all upset me, so I think he was trying to make amends when he asked me to stay over. Not in any sort of other way than to stay over because he was "just glad that I was there."
So I did. I stayed. I don't know why. But as his word, nothing happened, we just slept. It was nice and by far the sweetest he's ever been towards me. In the morning he made me some french toast while we listened to NPR. Then I went to work late.
It was possibly the longest 4 hours I've worked. Definitely the most interesting. Andy stopped by after his shift and showed me his new guitar, some special little Gibson, I don't remember the model. He stuck around for awhile, however throughout our many random conversations he dropped several hints that leads me to believe that he must think of me in a differentlight than I would imagine. No doubt our relationship has been a strange one throughout the past few years, but he really must have a thing for me. I guess I always kind of knew, (and at one time kind of hoped) but this is what he finally said after 1. saying that I looked cute today, 2. proclaming his attraction to me through some roundabout conversation with a coworker. 3. jokingly saying that he would come and visit me in Japan if I went, but that he'd better get some action if he come all that way, then he said (in a conversation about my current situation with Tom) that he thought that all of our problems would be resolved if we just had sex together. He said this in less of a joking manner, with a degree of some seriousness that made me blush and then feel strange about the whole thing. Not that I think he would enact on this anytime soon. He has a girlfriend. I don't like how he says that shit to me having one. But I can't really deny the tension between Andy and I, it was always there in some way. Now I really don't know what to think about it.
Later that night it was time for a drink. It had been such a weird day. Timmi and I were invited to Raina and Dave's house for dinner and drinks before going out. Blythe is back in town after a bad breakup with her girlfriend, Tegan. Since she's been back we want her to have as good a time as she can, going out and doing things, so she doesn't have to think about it so much. She seems to be doing quite well. I think it is much better than anyone would have imagined. It's nice having Blythe in town again, I missed her a lot. But at the same time, I feel horrible that he has to be here this way. It was nice to go out, all of us together. Raina, Blythe's sister, and her husband are a treat to hang out with. Raina was always like my older sister too. It's strange that we all still know each other, but there's comfort in it. We're just getting older.
I'm not quite sure what to make of a lot of things right now. I'm just trying to put them into perspective.
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