I have this luck with the ladies, see. I go on one date with ’em, and they skip town. No jokes. I kid not. About a month ago, I was crushin’ hard on a girl in my swing dancing class. I brought her soup and flowers when she was sick. I asked her out for dinner. She moved to Victoria.
As a one-time, heartbruising thing, it wasn’t so bad. After she left I realized that as much as my pants were thoroughly charmed off by her sparkling eyes and adorably chipped-tooth smile, we were too different to have a real-life thing together. She didn’t have internet, barely had a phone, and didn’t drink, was super into hardcore natural everything…I admire that kind of dedication, but I also like soap. And Instagram.
So when I ask a girl from my English class last semester if she’d like to come out to the bar with me and a few friends, it’s a trial run. I’ve learned my lesson. But shit, she drinks beer, she’s cynical, she’s funny, and she’s moving to Kamloops for the summer to fight forest fires.
wait no what come back
So she leaves that weekend, for training, saying that she’ll be back in a week, for a week. I ask her to text me when she gets back in town, because I’d like to see her again. She does. We make a date. Nerd bar on Commercial Drive. It’s perfect. I am so fucking nervous.
I get there before she does, and get myself a beer, and try to calm the fuck down. All I want is for her to think I’m cool okay. She shows up, sits down, and she’s not wearing her glasses and holy shit her eyes are pretty.
I’mma just stare at your pretty self okay
So we caught up about the last week, about her training and lighting things on fire, and the conversation is good. Not awkward at all. I’m flirting with her, and she’s flirting back. Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’ve ever held eye contact with someone you’re interested in for a long time, but that shit is heart-pattering.
Things started heating up when we pulled some board games off the shelf. Battleship, oh baby. It was actually nice to take a break from one-on-one conversation and have something to talk about directly, like how hard it was getting to figure out which peg-board to look at because we were both a little tipsy.
the original game of lust and desire
The strange thing was, though, was that we played Apples to Apples with two people. I have never played a hotter game of Apples to Apples. This is mostly because Apples to Apples is a family friendly group game, and while there are generally mass amounts of sexual innuendos, there’s nothing like putting down two cards for “tasty” and having them be “Hillary Clinton” and “red raspberries” for a near-direct question of “so you are gay, right?”
Yes, that (and a few others) happened. That particular pairing was her, though. It turned into a “how well do I know you” kind of game, as (honour-system) you put down two cards for the other person’s green card and bet on the one that she’d pick. If you were right, you got the card. If you weren’t, it went to the side. It was really fun, and sweet, and I want to go back.
It was date, it went insanely well, I was actually going to kiss her goodnight but we ran into her friend when we were walking down the drive.
So essentially, this has been everything I’ve been thinking about for the past two days. When she texts me, I hold up the phone to my face and tell it sincerely “I LIKE YOU PLEASE LIKE ME BACK” before opening it and reading what she says. I am crushing so frickn hard. If you’re worried about updates, don’t even worry. You will have so many updates.
I mean, Flaky Hot Guy stood me up again, apparently we have a date for Monday now, but do I give a shit? 1) No, because really that’s the third time you stood me up, 2) No, because you’re not Firefighter Girl and 3) No, because you don’t have tits. Sorry.
Anxiously yours (please text me back NOW ugh),