Just a few notes to let you know I'm still alive.
"Steve McQueen" - Sheryl Crow
I live for myself and I answer to nobody.
-Steve McQueen
I just took a week-long hiatus to think, and write on my own. And now I'm about ready to come back.
It's been a long week. Correction. A long month. But living life has its benefits- looking forward to the rare occasions when I can spend time with friends, and wishing the day away.
Forgive me.
I'm a girl with eighteen years of day-dreaming behind me. And I'm still on a high from last night.
Ah. Last night. After a tiring and busy day of work, Thing 2 picked me up after enduring some gentle ribbing from L and M. A positively gorgeous day, to be sure, and we drove with the windows of his deep blue Ford down and my hair flying free to White Marsh. We ended up catching The Ladykillers , and sharing a huge bag of Skittles. Now, if anyone has met me, they know I'm a fiend for the sugar-coated candies. And last night was no exception. We fought over the bag the entire movie, only grudgingly sharing like an obedient brother and sister. (apparently Thing 2 is also a Skittle addict.) Toward the end of the movie, his head found it's way to leaning against my chair, and my head to his shoulder, his head finally resting against mine. Afterwards, we ate at Red Brick Station, home the infamous Bossman and Thing 2 get-togethers. We then went for some celebratory ice cream of our eighteenth birthdays, and talked until it was time to head home.
It was one of those perfect nights, a lovely March evening that felt more like mid-summer, the birds singing their night songs, a Cheshire cat moon and stars sprinkled out throught the blanket of sky. a girl and a guy, walking in deep conversation, their laughter intermingling with the occasional whhosh of traffic.
I really couldn't ask for anything more. Thing 2 has become a brother, a best friend to me. Aside from the attraction I feel for him, and the feelings bubbling inside, he is the twin I never had. He's a confidant, a movie buddy, a date. Someone I can come to. I feel so amazingly blessed to have him and my girl best friend, Allie, to know they can be themselves around me and I feel the same.
Perhaps this relationship I have with Thing 2 is all I need now. We are close enough that our thoughts intertwine, making no sense to anyone but ourselves, comfortable with ourselves that there was never any pretense to have a facade built up, no need to make any impression but the person we are now and have always been from the second our hands shook in introduction and eyes locked. He is attentive enough to realize that I need time from a romantic relationship, time to heal, yet he still chases after myself when I try to hide away in my tumultuous thoughts.
So what are we, exactly? We date, if you define that as going out to spend time together, and he'll gladly pay as the ever-charming gentleman, yet he refuses to date and thinks the idea of high school romance ludicrous. We'll find heads nesting together in tranquil contentedness, and playfully exchange jabs and tickles, yet his fingers never grasp mine. What is this thing they call dating, really? Is it what we have? Or are we at that comfortable guy-girl friends level where this is all part of daily life? Inquiring minds wish to know.
Posted by everythinguarent at March 28, 2004 12:10 AM