Romance As A Tragedy In B-minor
Ready for one of the most tragic stories of my romantic life? It could have a happy ending, but that part hasn't unfolded yet...
So I met this guy, Mike, about a week ago. I thought he was cute [both physically and personality]. He’s really funny, but he has a serious side. He’s easy to get along with. He plays guitar. ^_^ He played Dashboard, Ghost of a Good Thing and I was hooked. He drove me home, we exchanged numbers and agreed to be friends. He called me the next day and we hung out at the mall. It was a lot of fun just because we were doing crazy things like stalking these 14 year old kids and going into Borders and talking about how it was the “coolest library ever.” We sat on the balcony awhile and talked. A security guard kicked us off, saying they don’t like for people to be up there too long. We got downstairs and I answered his question about the big scar on my arm. He hugged me, leaned his forehead against mine, titled his head and kissed me. Three times. We headed out to the car and kissed again, but more that time. It was incredible.
We hung out again on Thursday. We went to the B.S. Fest but there was nothing going on, so we were driving around looking for something to do. We ended up eating at Subway and just goofing around there for awhile. And then we got in the car and just drove around. We parked somewhere dark and secret and just talked. Then some people came to make a drug deal or something, so we sped out of there and went behind Food Basics. He likes me and another girl and he wants to make a good decision. He feels like “a tool,” but I don’t think he should. He approached the topic with the words, “I’ve got to be honest.” We listened to Dashboard, As Lovers Go at the end of the night. It was a pretty night, really.
Today [Saturday] we went to Cedar Point. It was actually pretty fun. He didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to. It was cool. When we were sitting at one point he asked if it would be wrong to kiss me, since I know he’s still debating between myself and the other girl. I said I thought it was fine. We, after that point, did a lot of kissing while waiting in lines. Good kissing, not gross kissing. He and I parked in the secret place, saw some people and got out, going to behind Food Basics again. We started kissing, he got paranoid because of the light, so we went back to the secret place. No one was there, and we resumed. He was having trouble getting over the console, so I said if he’d rather just talk it would be okay. I ended up with the idea of scooting over more so we were lying in the passenger’s seat with him on top of me. It wasn’t cheap, even though it might sound that way. It was really perfect, actually. He’s really sweet and considerate and all that. I wasn’t thinking, “Hey, I’m in a really attractive guy’s Camero totally entangled with him.” I was just really comfortable and happy. I feel like I can trust him. At that moment I would have gone as far as he wanted-which probably wouldn’t have been any more than kissing, anyway. I looked up, though, and asked, “Is this going to compromise anything you’re trying to figure out between myself and the other girl.” He said he didn’t know and we talked and kept the position and kissing. He rolled into the driver’s seat when my father called me and wanted to know where I was at. After that Mike and I just talked awhile.
I don’t want him to feel bad. I like him so much. I would do anything to be with him. He is one of the most amazing and beautiful people I have ever met. ::sighs:: It’s not fair.
Increase the peace…
We’re making out inside crashed cars
We’re sleeping through all our memories
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
[Now I only waste it dreaming of you]
Turn off the lights and
Turn off the shyness
All of our moves make up for the silence…-- Fall Out Boy, Of All The Gin Joints In All The World
So I met this guy, Mike, about a week ago. I thought he was cute [both physically and personality]. He’s really funny, but he has a serious side. He’s easy to get along with. He plays guitar. ^_^ He played Dashboard, Ghost of a Good Thing and I was hooked. He drove me home, we exchanged numbers and agreed to be friends. He called me the next day and we hung out at the mall. It was a lot of fun just because we were doing crazy things like stalking these 14 year old kids and going into Borders and talking about how it was the “coolest library ever.” We sat on the balcony awhile and talked. A security guard kicked us off, saying they don’t like for people to be up there too long. We got downstairs and I answered his question about the big scar on my arm. He hugged me, leaned his forehead against mine, titled his head and kissed me. Three times. We headed out to the car and kissed again, but more that time. It was incredible.
We hung out again on Thursday. We went to the B.S. Fest but there was nothing going on, so we were driving around looking for something to do. We ended up eating at Subway and just goofing around there for awhile. And then we got in the car and just drove around. We parked somewhere dark and secret and just talked. Then some people came to make a drug deal or something, so we sped out of there and went behind Food Basics. He likes me and another girl and he wants to make a good decision. He feels like “a tool,” but I don’t think he should. He approached the topic with the words, “I’ve got to be honest.” We listened to Dashboard, As Lovers Go at the end of the night. It was a pretty night, really.
Today [Saturday] we went to Cedar Point. It was actually pretty fun. He didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to. It was cool. When we were sitting at one point he asked if it would be wrong to kiss me, since I know he’s still debating between myself and the other girl. I said I thought it was fine. We, after that point, did a lot of kissing while waiting in lines. Good kissing, not gross kissing. He and I parked in the secret place, saw some people and got out, going to behind Food Basics again. We started kissing, he got paranoid because of the light, so we went back to the secret place. No one was there, and we resumed. He was having trouble getting over the console, so I said if he’d rather just talk it would be okay. I ended up with the idea of scooting over more so we were lying in the passenger’s seat with him on top of me. It wasn’t cheap, even though it might sound that way. It was really perfect, actually. He’s really sweet and considerate and all that. I wasn’t thinking, “Hey, I’m in a really attractive guy’s Camero totally entangled with him.” I was just really comfortable and happy. I feel like I can trust him. At that moment I would have gone as far as he wanted-which probably wouldn’t have been any more than kissing, anyway. I looked up, though, and asked, “Is this going to compromise anything you’re trying to figure out between myself and the other girl.” He said he didn’t know and we talked and kept the position and kissing. He rolled into the driver’s seat when my father called me and wanted to know where I was at. After that Mike and I just talked awhile.
I don’t want him to feel bad. I like him so much. I would do anything to be with him. He is one of the most amazing and beautiful people I have ever met. ::sighs:: It’s not fair.
Increase the peace…
We’re making out inside crashed cars
We’re sleeping through all our memories
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
[Now I only waste it dreaming of you]
Turn off the lights and
Turn off the shyness
All of our moves make up for the silence…-- Fall Out Boy, Of All The Gin Joints In All The World