Lately, I've been talking to the textbook guy - we talk about random things, like how our day was at school, or even just about music.
We hung out on Friday for a couple hours. Thing is, it wasn't a date, but it definitely felt like one. Even though I told him I didn't want it to be date, I really wish it was.
I woke up that morning at 7AM, getting ready for the hangout. You already know that I like him, so I was nervous. I don't want to make any bad impressions. I have this habit of preparing my clothes the night before - I asked a couple friends and cousins to help me with the outfit choice; I chose the salt-and-pepper tank top with jeans and black ankle boots. I had a lot of acne still, so I really wanted to cover it up. That morning, I tried on three jeans.
The plan was to meet up after my class and head out to eat at Salad King (we wanted to try something new). The night before, he told me he'd be taking the car downtown - he'd asked his parents for the car that day. I was at the library with my friends (nervous as hell, telling them to calm me down) and he called to tell me to meet him at the entrance.
I walked out to find him sitting in a black car (it was a sexy car). I got instantly nervous, and took a breath before getting in the car. We parked and walked to the restaurant.
I was surprised, yknow, like I had a lot to talk about. He called me "intense", always having that eye contact and smiles.
We planned to drive up to this tattoo place in Markham - he had an appointment to get a new tattoo. I was excited - I'd never seen someone get a tattoo before. I like these new experiences. We didn't really talk when he was getting his tattoo, but that's okay.
An hour passed and his tattoo was finished. It was some symbol from his favorite anime, Naruto. We got into the car, he blasted his rap music, and we drove on the road to my train station, where my car was parked. It was a long drive, and he must've been really tired because we didn't talk much. When we got to my station, I'm not sure why, but I rushed out the car and said a quick "later, man. Thanks for the drive."
We hung out on Friday for a couple hours. Thing is, it wasn't a date, but it definitely felt like one. Even though I told him I didn't want it to be date, I really wish it was.
I woke up that morning at 7AM, getting ready for the hangout. You already know that I like him, so I was nervous. I don't want to make any bad impressions. I have this habit of preparing my clothes the night before - I asked a couple friends and cousins to help me with the outfit choice; I chose the salt-and-pepper tank top with jeans and black ankle boots. I had a lot of acne still, so I really wanted to cover it up. That morning, I tried on three jeans.
The plan was to meet up after my class and head out to eat at Salad King (we wanted to try something new). The night before, he told me he'd be taking the car downtown - he'd asked his parents for the car that day. I was at the library with my friends (nervous as hell, telling them to calm me down) and he called to tell me to meet him at the entrance.
I walked out to find him sitting in a black car (it was a sexy car). I got instantly nervous, and took a breath before getting in the car. We parked and walked to the restaurant.
I was surprised, yknow, like I had a lot to talk about. He called me "intense", always having that eye contact and smiles.
We planned to drive up to this tattoo place in Markham - he had an appointment to get a new tattoo. I was excited - I'd never seen someone get a tattoo before. I like these new experiences. We didn't really talk when he was getting his tattoo, but that's okay.
An hour passed and his tattoo was finished. It was some symbol from his favorite anime, Naruto. We got into the car, he blasted his rap music, and we drove on the road to my train station, where my car was parked. It was a long drive, and he must've been really tired because we didn't talk much. When we got to my station, I'm not sure why, but I rushed out the car and said a quick "later, man. Thanks for the drive."
I drove the car around the city after he left. I was scared. I am scared. I'm scared of letting someone else into my life again, really letting someone get to know who I am and letting myself, out of all things, fall in love. I already knew he was someone I could have that long-term relationship with, but the fact that he liked me back? It scared the shit out of me.
We messaged that night, and I finally told him I liked him. I was a bit drunk, so the truth started falling out. He made me happy, so much happier than I've been in the longest time. It wasn't the way he talked, it was just the way he really understood that some things can't be controlled.
All that mattered was that he liked me too. That's all.
But he knows I'm not ready to date yet. He said he understood, that it was cool with him. He just wanted to know if I felt the same, or if he was just overthinking. He was going to make a move on me in the car. Nothing big, just a hand on my thigh while driving. I wish he did.
It was a really great day.
We messaged that night, and I finally told him I liked him. I was a bit drunk, so the truth started falling out. He made me happy, so much happier than I've been in the longest time. It wasn't the way he talked, it was just the way he really understood that some things can't be controlled.
All that mattered was that he liked me too. That's all.
But he knows I'm not ready to date yet. He said he understood, that it was cool with him. He just wanted to know if I felt the same, or if he was just overthinking. He was going to make a move on me in the car. Nothing big, just a hand on my thigh while driving. I wish he did.
It was a really great day.