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phrasemuffin) wrote2008-01-18 01:00 pm
phrasemuffin) wrote2008-01-18 01:00 pm
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One Week Ago...
... in which my journal becomes a flashback comic strip.
So, I said in my last post that this one, the next one, would be about last Friday. In addition to that, it'll be about Sturday and Sunday as well. Probably won't have anything from this week, though, as nothing much fun or exciting has happened... except one thing. Tee hee hee.
Last Friday night was dinner with Cyn and Dylan in Newtown. Cyn told Dylan that I wanted to catch up, so catch up we did. Dinner was awkward and quiet, and boring for Dylan as it was mainly just Cyn and I talking about people we know and, apparently, secrets. "You guys talk about more secret things than anyone else I know!" were Dylan's approximate words. Then again, he couldn't hear either of us for some reason, so it may have just sounded like secrets. Who knows. Dylan and I both got a box of Cyn-made cupcakes, though, so that was nice.
Matt had invited us all to Stonewall for that night, but then lost his voice, so pulled out. In light of this, we all decided to go to Purple Sneakers in it's new temporary home at Hermann's. It was pretty shit, to be honest, but I think that's just because it was too early to be full, and therefore fun. I messaged Cyn at one point, while she was standing right next to me I might add, with "i miss theodora". She replied "me too". (Theodora is in China for a while visiting her boyfriend who teaches English... I think.) Because of Purple's lack of life, we headed on down to Stonewall.
Shane, Joe and a bunch of their other friends were there already - something we didn't know. We met up with them randomly on the second floor in the alcove and were introduced to their people, and pretty much just joined their group. Sara is awesome, and was born on the 31st of December - MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY!!! - so we were half celebrating her birthday (god, we sound like crashers) and half just getting smashed. Except for those of us who weren't drinking that much, or at all, in the case of Jason, Joe's friend.
To cut a long night's story short, Jason and I hooked up. There was much flirting over the box (of cupcakes), whose contents were a secret to all but three - Cyn, Dylan and I - on Dylan's orders (Shane and Joe and Jason were all trying to find out, but I held my ground), and Jason ended up driving me home. Again, I'd like to point out his sobriety, and my near-sobriety. We exchanged numbers, and he messaged me goodnight when he got home. It was so cute!
On to Saturday (because you've had enough Jason for the moment) and we find me on my way to Newtown to meet up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goblinpaladin to see I Am Legend. My feet are KILLING ME because I've been walking everywhere the past few days, what with my parents away and the station being just close enough to warrant walking over public transport, and I have HUGE blisters on my heels. But that doesn't stop me walking from Newtown Station down to Glebe to see the stoned waitress, lust after an raspberry organic ice tea that isn't in stock, order a non-existant drink and then have a special one created for me due to the confusion. Nor did it stop me getting to Broadway, having lunch with the good goblin, and seeing the movie, which was good up until the ending. Quite poorly written, I think, that ending was. It was a good day though. Really have to meet up with the goblin more often (if he can stomach me :P).
On to Sunday and we find me escaping Family Obligation under fale pretences. It was my uncle's birthday, but that side of the family is the racist homophobic side (and even before I knew that I didn't like them very much), so I don't really like going to family events with them. So, instead, I told the 'rents I had plans with Cyn, quickly organised some plans with Cyn, and got out of it. Then, sadly, serious Family Things of Cyn's own popped up, so she couldn't come. So, instead of meeting up with her to buy beach clothes for a 21st she's going to, I went to uni (because I secretly miss it) and read (was going to go Fisher but went Quad instead) and had SUSHI, MY LOVE. That's when I finished Superfolks.
Now, back to Jason. Between the message goodnight at 4am Saturday morning and my next message to him, I was freaking out. For multiple reason, I might add. The first is that he denied to Joe and Shane that we'd hooked up, though he was happy to hold my hand and put his arm around me, or have mine around him, pretty much the entire night. The second being that he's 24, I think - both my brother's age and the age of my sister's boyfriend... something just feels wrong there, especially seeing as he didn't want to tell me how old he is so I had to work it out myself!!!! The third is that he's 24, has completed uni and has a full-time job - just far too calm, collected and with it, I guess, compared to my 20, in uni and having of the shitty casual job. And the fourth is that he was sober that night... I don't know why that freaks me out, it just does... It's probably looking like I'm going out of my way to look for excuses right now, but that's just how irrational minds work when confronted by courtship rituals. Or at least, mine does.
So how long was it between his message and mine? The answer is six days. Because my freakouts aren't just momentary things; mine have stamina, baby! Still, I did actually message him, and ask him out, and things are looking good at the moment. The plan is for us to do something Sunday, we just haven't confirmed what exactly. It's seriously like talking to myself - he seems to have a bit of a shell around him, which is how I imagine myself to come across most of the time, but his reservedness seems to have the opposite effect on me; I seem to be coming further out of mine to meet him.
I have to say , though, that I'm proud I did actually ask him out. It may have taken a fair bit, but it did happen. And no matter how it goes down, it will at least result in experience and learning, and I'm happy with that.
So, I said in my last post that this one, the next one, would be about last Friday. In addition to that, it'll be about Sturday and Sunday as well. Probably won't have anything from this week, though, as nothing much fun or exciting has happened... except one thing. Tee hee hee.
Last Friday night was dinner with Cyn and Dylan in Newtown. Cyn told Dylan that I wanted to catch up, so catch up we did. Dinner was awkward and quiet, and boring for Dylan as it was mainly just Cyn and I talking about people we know and, apparently, secrets. "You guys talk about more secret things than anyone else I know!" were Dylan's approximate words. Then again, he couldn't hear either of us for some reason, so it may have just sounded like secrets. Who knows. Dylan and I both got a box of Cyn-made cupcakes, though, so that was nice.
Matt had invited us all to Stonewall for that night, but then lost his voice, so pulled out. In light of this, we all decided to go to Purple Sneakers in it's new temporary home at Hermann's. It was pretty shit, to be honest, but I think that's just because it was too early to be full, and therefore fun. I messaged Cyn at one point, while she was standing right next to me I might add, with "i miss theodora". She replied "me too". (Theodora is in China for a while visiting her boyfriend who teaches English... I think.) Because of Purple's lack of life, we headed on down to Stonewall.
Shane, Joe and a bunch of their other friends were there already - something we didn't know. We met up with them randomly on the second floor in the alcove and were introduced to their people, and pretty much just joined their group. Sara is awesome, and was born on the 31st of December - MY DAD'S BIRTHDAY!!! - so we were half celebrating her birthday (god, we sound like crashers) and half just getting smashed. Except for those of us who weren't drinking that much, or at all, in the case of Jason, Joe's friend.
To cut a long night's story short, Jason and I hooked up. There was much flirting over the box (of cupcakes), whose contents were a secret to all but three - Cyn, Dylan and I - on Dylan's orders (Shane and Joe and Jason were all trying to find out, but I held my ground), and Jason ended up driving me home. Again, I'd like to point out his sobriety, and my near-sobriety. We exchanged numbers, and he messaged me goodnight when he got home. It was so cute!
On to Saturday (because you've had enough Jason for the moment) and we find me on my way to Newtown to meet up with
goblinpaladin to see I Am Legend. My feet are KILLING ME because I've been walking everywhere the past few days, what with my parents away and the station being just close enough to warrant walking over public transport, and I have HUGE blisters on my heels. But that doesn't stop me walking from Newtown Station down to Glebe to see the stoned waitress, lust after an raspberry organic ice tea that isn't in stock, order a non-existant drink and then have a special one created for me due to the confusion. Nor did it stop me getting to Broadway, having lunch with the good goblin, and seeing the movie, which was good up until the ending. Quite poorly written, I think, that ending was. It was a good day though. Really have to meet up with the goblin more often (if he can stomach me :P).On to Sunday and we find me escaping Family Obligation under fale pretences. It was my uncle's birthday, but that side of the family is the racist homophobic side (and even before I knew that I didn't like them very much), so I don't really like going to family events with them. So, instead, I told the 'rents I had plans with Cyn, quickly organised some plans with Cyn, and got out of it. Then, sadly, serious Family Things of Cyn's own popped up, so she couldn't come. So, instead of meeting up with her to buy beach clothes for a 21st she's going to, I went to uni (because I secretly miss it) and read (was going to go Fisher but went Quad instead) and had SUSHI, MY LOVE. That's when I finished Superfolks.
Now, back to Jason. Between the message goodnight at 4am Saturday morning and my next message to him, I was freaking out. For multiple reason, I might add. The first is that he denied to Joe and Shane that we'd hooked up, though he was happy to hold my hand and put his arm around me, or have mine around him, pretty much the entire night. The second being that he's 24, I think - both my brother's age and the age of my sister's boyfriend... something just feels wrong there, especially seeing as he didn't want to tell me how old he is so I had to work it out myself!!!! The third is that he's 24, has completed uni and has a full-time job - just far too calm, collected and with it, I guess, compared to my 20, in uni and having of the shitty casual job. And the fourth is that he was sober that night... I don't know why that freaks me out, it just does... It's probably looking like I'm going out of my way to look for excuses right now, but that's just how irrational minds work when confronted by courtship rituals. Or at least, mine does.
So how long was it between his message and mine? The answer is six days. Because my freakouts aren't just momentary things; mine have stamina, baby! Still, I did actually message him, and ask him out, and things are looking good at the moment. The plan is for us to do something Sunday, we just haven't confirmed what exactly. It's seriously like talking to myself - he seems to have a bit of a shell around him, which is how I imagine myself to come across most of the time, but his reservedness seems to have the opposite effect on me; I seem to be coming further out of mine to meet him.
I have to say , though, that I'm proud I did actually ask him out. It may have taken a fair bit, but it did happen. And no matter how it goes down, it will at least result in experience and learning, and I'm happy with that.
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I'm trying my damndest to catch this guy at school who is Harry Potter. No, seriously...the first time I met him was at the midnight premier of Order of the Pheonix, and he was dressed as Harry Potter. He's totally emo and nerdy and we've only spoken a few times, and I love him, lol. We'll seeeeeeeeeeeeee
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As soon as you said "who is Harry Potter" I knew exactly who you meant!! XD Emo and Nerdy give him so many hotness points it isn't funny. Still, I hope he's worthy of you, and that, assuming he is, things go goodly! :D
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Yay!
Also, I'm sure I can stomach you, silly boy.
Also remember that I'm 24 this year, and l'Highly just turned 20, so don't stress about the age gap.
And yes. Awesome.
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But you said you weren't good with the girl talk! Psshh! That was a pretty good impression of a girl squeeing just then.
Haha that is good to hear!
Yeah, I shouldn't, and I am getting over it. It's just that so much attention was brought to it that night that it was high on my List Of Reasons To Freak Out.
:D
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It is good news! There should be squeeing!
So, yes. Luck!
...BAH.
Actually, before I begin, is Cyn your bestest friend?
We exchanged numbers, and he messaged me goodnight when he got home. It was so cute!
This reminds me of a friend of mine! Gah he is so sweet.
The last three paragraphs of your entry speak to me in a way you will never understand.
~The denial may arise from perpetual awkwardness. or something. Maybe he's not comfortable with his homosexuality? Or his friends are not? Or maybe the fact that he just met you? or maybe he wasnt sure that it was going anywhere. Or maybe...
~Maybe he didnt want to tell you his age? [[This strange man asked me out last Friday...but he was very much willing to tell me his age. So I have no idea why...but anyways.]]
It's probably looking like I'm going out of my way to look for excuses right now, but that's just how irrational minds work when confronted by courtship rituals. Or at least, mine does.
...Amen. You remember my whining about the guy I like(d)? Bah.
It's seriously like talking to myself - he seems to have a bit of a shell around him, which is how I imagine myself to come across most of the time, but his reservedness seems to have the opposite effect on me; I seem to be coming further out of mine to meet him.
Experience tells me to tell you to watch yourself...but then I remember youre older then me so I really should be telling you to enjoy. :)
D__Pixx has put in her two cents and will go back to studying for exams now. :)
Re: ...BAH.
Perpetual awkwardness is a possibility. Uncomfortable with self is unlikely; he was in Stonewall, which is Gay Central - you don't go there unless you're comfortable with it. Friends uncomfortable with it is just no; Joe is Peter's boyfriend, and Shane is good friends with my uni group (which is mostly gay)... and again, all of them were in Stonewall. I think the last two, however, are big possibilities. (I like your theorising - it's so very... theoretical! :P)
That guy sounds creepy. I don't know how old he is, but... he sounds old. And creepy. And creepily old. Did I mention creepy?
I do. I do indeed *hugs*
He's nice though. He isn't Seedy Old Man Picking Up Twink. He is Slightly Older Guy With Slight Phobia Of Telling Slightly Younger Guy Age.
HAVE FUN WITH EXAMS!
Re: ...BAH.
I am a theorizing FIEND. I love to do it. All the time. It's weird. Let me know what it turns out to be if you ever find out.
He was 25. Now think about my age. It was remotely creepy. He was oddly charming...but still...I was totally aware of myself and what I was saying and doing, so as not to give him the wrong idea -___-;;;
*HUGS* Yea. I talked to him again today;; If Im not over him soon, I know what I want to say to him.
Twink? I am not a Twink! Unless you were not referring to me. In which case...but yea. I know some guys who didnt tell me their age...but once again. They were odd. Most people do.
THANK YOU
Re: ...BAH.
I love to play Devil's Advocate, mainly because I like to theorise too! :D
Oddly charming, to me, sounds like STALKER!!charming, coming from a 25yo guy to a much younger female.
And that would be...
No, you most certainly are not. I was referring to myself there... though I wonder just how young you have to be to be considered a twink...
:D
Re: ...BAH.
i. No, I have never heard that term, but I quickly ran to UD for a definition & now I know.
ii. ...and the other half is straight females?
iii. That must be wonderful for you.
ME TOOO!!!!!! DEVIL'S ADVOCATE IS _FUN_.
...My friends couldnt explain it, until this one guy said he was simply trying to take advantage of me. And I was like "...OHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU. Wait...what?!" It was fun.
Oh. "Hey. Hi. I used to uhm. well. kinda. uh. HEYYYYY *to someone else*. I uh kinda sorta used to well kinda like you. Except it wasnt kinda, or sorta. I just did. :)"
I have no idea what a Twink is. XD It reminds me of the Friends Episode (doesnt EVERYTHING) when Monica's mom is Gossiping at Jack's Birthday Party; "I hear Richard's Got a Twinkie in the City." Though I imagine 21 years of difference DOES constitute Twinkieism. & I thought you were referring to Mr. 25 over there *points up...and outside window XD* BRB looking it up...
An attractive, boyish-looking, young gay man. The stereotypical twink is 18-22, slender with little or no body hair, often blonde, dresses in club wear even at 10:00 AM, and is not particularly intelligent. A twink is the gay answer to the blonde bimbo cheerleader.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES I AM DEFINITELY NOT A TWINK WTF LMAO.
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congrats, etc :D
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We should visit the zoo more often.
Thanks :)