We make eye contact, and I see his expression flash with interest.

Whassup, says my expression.

I turn back to my psychology reading, assuming this is the extent of our interaction, but he, meanwhile, decides to turn his bike around.

His approach is kind of nutty and quirky, asking how I found out about the spot in which I'm resting to do homework. It's kind of an impressive little human cubby, about five or six feet off the ground, in the science building in which I have an evening class. We engage in some banter and conversation, and I find out that he's in Charleston for an unknown amount of time, escaping the hurricane hitting Florida (where he lives). He tells me he sailed up in his boat.

Oh. Okay.

He suggests I let him take me out on the harbor.

Oh.

Oh.

"My parents always told me not to get in boats with strangers," I half-tease. He tells me that this is fair enough. We exchange numbers for land activities (such as coffee and a late-night tour of the city), he departs on bike, and I go back to studying.

And then I realize that I was just asked to go sailing on the harbor at sundown by a beautiful man and burst out laughing.


I've decided to take all the cool opportunities presented to me. All of them. Ever. I'm joining a volunteer organization on campus and taking advantage of the fact that we have $10 paddleboarding lessons and free sea kayaking. I joined rugby and even went to the recruitment party, which was probably the coolest party I've been to, to date--especially considering the fact that I was asked out to dinner by a really cool teammate, on the walk home. I'm so organized it's ridiculous, too, so all my classwork is taken care of. I'm quitting my job and looking for something on-campus, because...well, screw money, it upsets my mum when I don't come home for winter break. I'd rather be a bit less comfortable and see The Hobbit in theaters with her and my brother.

And Les Mis.

AAAH!

And The Great Gatsby.

AAAH!

Life is so super balanced. Furthermore, I'm back to dating Mike, and things are progressing so much more smoothly, without the premature relationship hanging over my head. I feel like he and I are really starting to work well together, as two people with the potential to become a couple (NOT YET THOUGH, GET OFF MY BALLS). His interactions are becoming more familiar.

The monster is moody and probably feels like I completely deserted him, when I started going with Mike.

Yeah well.

People detach, emotionally, when you somehow manage to make them cry, regardless of how much that person may have told you that she never told anyone else.

Afraid of hurting me?

YOU DID A SHIT JOB.


All right so awesome bye!

PS the monster was actually quite lovely, the other night. We talked through movies and nerded out about Pompeii, and he just freakin' gets me. Also he's a kickass cuddler.

Yay!
» Zanzibar on 2012-09-01 01:59:04

Your life is weird.
» middaymoon on 2012-09-01 04:55:37

A... beautiful man? ...Do you have a visual...?
» randomjunk on 2012-09-01 10:55:42

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