Movie night — The epitome of spending the night in.
A couple nights ago “Joe” came over we shared some dinner, wine, enjoyed watching a movie together, and obsessed over how incredibly blue Bradley Cooper’s eyes looked — ok that one was mostly me. It was a nice change of pace. I think it opened my eyes to a few things and allowed me to finally chill the fuck out. So yes, ok, I’ll admit it. This guy is cool, and well, I like him and I am excited over being able to get to know him better.
There I said it.
Phew. Ok, so the sky hasn’t crashed down upon my poor little head. I guess this is a good sign.
But you’re probably wondering what set this all off since the last time I mentioned him I felt as though we lacked a connection. Well, I’m sure you’ve picked up on the fact that I can be a bit of a nervous wreck, and that I can be overly protective of myself. It’s a defense mechanism. I don’t want to get hurt, and quite frankly, the last few months of my life have been blissfully wonderful without having anyone constantly breathing down my neck (and I mean this in the most nonsexual way possible).
Anyways it began with a phone call. I was in a bit of a funk after finding out my grandmother was in the hospital. I’m not one to pour my problems onto someone I don’t know well, but sure enough he asked and listened willingly. And then he proceeded to be there if I needed anything (which I’m still not quite comfortable to take him up on). My first instinct was that he was just being nice. But about a week later he still remembered what was going on, and he asked how myself and my family was doing again.
Damn, I am such a sucker.
But you know what, this time I have no complaints.