(November 27, 2011)
Alright, things to say, things to say. Lots of boy drama this week, and since you've promised to actually reply, I should probably respond in kind and healthily address your comments before I mention those. Let's get to that :)
Perplexion should be a word, if it's not. And no, I hadn't really been jealous before. Not like that, anyhow. This is because in all other scenarios when I've liked a guy and his interests lie elsewhere, I've assumed that I'm not good enough for him, told myself he doesn't like me, and proceeded to find as many possible traits in his object of attraction that are better than my own. I really wish that that weren't true, by the way, because I feel like you're going to express skepticism on that score, but genuinely. But with Trace, I liked him and knew he was interested enough that I wasn't ok with the flirting. It was a new feeling
(and yes, I know that this qualifies as boy drama, but I'm directly replying to things said in your email, so I hope that I get a bye on this score. Thank you.)
Yes, that image of a gladiator fight to the death is a great one. Even if it was rapidly replaced, in my head, with that scene from Mean Girls where she envisions leaping across a cafeteria table at Regina George. May I just say, I miss that movie. It's been too long.
I was going to share boy drama. Good heavens, do I even have the energy....I've forced so many people to listen to this recently. Jackie heard the Reader's Digest version, Heather talked to me about it for HOURS yesterday. I'm going to report as well as I can, but if I simply fail in the middle of it and just close this email, I hope you will understand.
First of all, the Trace. Things were going pretty well with him. I'd decided that I wasn't going to kiss him until December, and not simply until our third date, as I usually do. We went on a few dates since my last epistle, and we seemed to get along decently well. There was no crazy spark or connection, though, so I felt it prudent that I was taking time here - no hand-holding or cuddling. He had little things that were questionable, to me, but not significant. These things included that his favorite movies were horror films (especially exorcism movies. Dude. Something wrong there), that he had no particular opinion on music of any sort (quelle horreur!) and finally that there simply wasn't that feisty, entertaining back-and-forth that I've come to expect from a good flirtatious pairing between myself and a boy. All of the above were details, however, because as he proved to be 1) nice, 2) interesting, 3) interested, and 4) good-looking, I felt that I should really give him some time to prove himself either way before I removed him from the pool.
Then, we went on a date on Tuesday night. This was really only our second technical date, and I was still kind of up in the air as to my feelings about him. However, he hadn't been overtly flirtatious or ostensibly aggressive, so I didn't worry about him forcing my hand on the decision not to kiss him for awhile. He seemed nice and genuinely into me and decidedly not a closer. You know, not a man of action. Bahaha, double meanings, I kill myself.
Anyhow, this date, we came back to my house to watch a film and were cuddling, just as I planned, and was quite ok with. I knew he was thinking about kissing me, and I considered it for a little bit and decided that it probably wouldn't be more than a brief kiss, and that it could be argued that this was our third date, and since he seemed like a good guy, I felt that there were worse decisions I could make. Just after I'd come to this conclusion, he leaned in and kissed me.
And thwarted every possible expectation I had and threw me into a bit of a crisis for the next, oh, forty-eight or so hours.
He was so aggressive and unpleasantly pushy and just...everything was so overwhelming. Not to mention awkward. My roommates walked into our front room like eighty times. There was some point in there, amid the awkwardness and misfortune, I realized that this was not an "I sincerely like you" gesture. It was enormously clear to me that this was either a hookup or he had very weird ideas about dating. Blech. I may have hooked up a number of times before (you could make an argument for every time, in fact), but I've never felt so unpleasantly used as I did after this particular unfortunate dalliance. I usually have an excellent ear for the boys who just want to make out with me; usually can tell exactly what it is boys expect from me. But I was utterly and totally surprised by this. I was right, as well, because he still has not talked to me at all.
It's going to be AWKWARD to catch his eye in the CAEDM later.
Gah. Anyhow. So that ended. And I was unfortunately forcibly reminded of Stephen for the enormous contrast he offered - that kid didn't even like me all that much, and he still treated me with way more respect than that.
Alright, so I don't have the energy for full disclosure of all other things that happened this week, so condensing:
1) Boy named Grant who's in my ward. Funny, attractive, intelligent without being insufferable (a rare find indeed), and apparently, very interested. Told me to my face that he thought I was sexy. We have long conversations, both deep and entertainingly bantering, but only over texts thus far [I've only recently given him a chance, as I was previously preoccupied with Trace].
2) Colin (who I don't know that you remember or not...made out with him at the end of the Ryan conflagration) hung out with me Friday and went to great lengths to try and get me to kiss him. I did not. It was a really big deal. To be fair, I still allowed some considerably more involved cuddling than I ought, but...as Jackie says....baby steps, right?
3) Hung out with Justin Miles (friend of Heather's Lance), who likes to tell me I'm pretty, last night, got involved in extended arm tracing that ended in cuddling as well.
Basically, in one week, I've gotten vaguely skanky. That was the major thing I wanted to discuss with my sister - it distresses me that I do these things against my better judgment.
I just don't know anymore.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Absolute Weirdest Date/Non-date ever. Including the Vargo oddness. Actually, maybe not weirder than that.
(November 13, 2011)
I don't know if you remember me telling you about the beautiful civil engineer that I always see in the CAEDM, but I did share that with you. I have a grand and surprisingly long story to tell you on that front, so be excited.
So, as of, oh, two weeks ago, he'd spoken to me a few times in passing, once to tell me how much he liked my hat (I have a very nice quasi-hipster hat, it's awesome), and once to ask a question while I was TAing, because my TA class covers software that civil engineers use as well. When he asked that question, he did this peculiar fumble with a paper he was holding. Accuse me of mountain-making from molehills, but I KNOW the awkward "I'm talking to a person I find attractive" fumble and I swear to you....that was it. I was intrigued. Hopefully, deviously intrigued. I grew more intrigued as I caught him looking at me on a regular basis. This boy thought I was at least slightly good looking. Of that I was certain.
[Brief side note, just so that you understand - my TA class forces me to hold office hours in the CAEDM two hours a day, Monday through Thursday, and he's always there during those hours {doing his own homework}, so this really was something I was able to observe quite regularly indeed.]
Since he was so good looking himself, I began to be annoyed that he wouldn't just come talk to me more often. And I began to plot.
Mwahaha. K, not really. But that just sounds so hilariously, mustache-twirlingly awesome that I don't think I'm going to edit it out.
Said plotting really only involved me getting on facebook and finding him, from the name he gave me, and subsequently looking at our list of mutual friends. I found a promising link - the very same guy friend who set me up on that blind date throwdown, in which I was obnoxiously full of vituperatives. I texted this guy friend:
Kristen: Hey, do you know a kid named trace farmer?
Jason: I do. Why?
Kristen: Ha mock me: he's an engineer, I see him in the caedm, we've talked a couple times, and I'm trying to find yet another excuse to talk to him, he's beautiful :) How do you know him?
Jason: He and I are good friends from the mission. I even have his number ;)
Kristen: Dude. You know what you should do?
Jason: Do tell.
Kristen: here is what you should do, and I'm open to revisions and suggestions: text him and ask if he's met a chemical engineer named kristen. It will probably help if you mention that I'm a TA. Really, the idea here is just to give him an excuse to come talk to me :)
Jason: How did you know we were friends? And I just sent him a text to build a rapport
Kristen: Uh...Er...Some harmless facebook stalking may have been involved...
Jason: Haha. I'll let you know when he gets back to me :) Would you like another triple date?
Kristen: Hahahaha if it comes to that! Jason, I'm going to owe you an insane wedding present if this works out
Jason: Haha. So what's your game plan eh?
Kristen: The idea is that the fact that I know you will get him to come chat with me, and then...it will just work out. Ha because I swear he has some level of interest. I don't know. Shots in the dark :P
Jason: Well, he said he'd recognize you. But doesn't know your name. What should I tell him?!?!?!?!
Kristen: I dunno, say blonde girl with long hair, kinda loud and sarcastic. Oo! say that I mentioned he asked me a question, funny because we're not in the same major
Jason (almost a full, agonizing, half hour later): :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) ;) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Kristen: Don't give me that cryptic load of smileys!!!! Words!!! Use your words!!!
Jason: I know something you don't :) :)
Kristen: This is mean. Very. But I will accept it as long as you're smiling :P
Jason: It's good, don't worry :)
My plan worked very well for me, as this boy proceeded to come ask me if I knew Jason the very next day. He's talked to me every day since in the CAEDM, and when we sat next to each other on Thursday, he got my number :) I was especially giddy after I coerced Jason into telling me what actually passed between him and Trace, and Jason caved and let me see the texts. Trace said something about how I was not only really intelligent, I "had it going on". Hahaha.
The problem, however, is that we hung out Friday night....and it was weird. Very weird. He marketed it as a hangout, and I was expecting it to be such and was quite fine with it....But we went to the BYU hockey game, for which he picked me up all by himself, got all my doors, and paid for me. Which was awesome, of course, but as the evening progressed I began to wonder if the only reason he paid for me was that I simply did not reach for my wallet fast enough.
Because we spent the night with both his roommates and these girls from his ward, and these girls..... It was perplexing, Christian. I'm not a jealous person. I never get jealous. But they were flirting with him, one VERY much so flirting with him, all night long. And we spent most of the night with them. He wasn't really flirting back, but I'd be lying if I said it made me happy. Mostly because I was completely thrown off my game. I was not remotely charming. Not at all. I was not my usual witty, bantering, obnoxious self, because I did not know how to deal with these girls, one of whom seemed to be interested in him. For the short periods of the night that we weren't around them, it was great and I was almost up to par, but it was so terribly off-putting to have to fight for attention.
Perhaps I'm just displeased because I don't usually have to do that.
It was perhaps worse because I realized that I felt genuine animosity towards this one girl in particular. The little voice in my head was all, "Oh, my, stop insisting that you sit by him. Don't touch his face like that. Stop playfully shoving him like that." I'm sure she was a very lovely sort of girl and I felt terrible for feeling less than warm and fuzzy towards her simply because she happened to agree that the boy I was with was terribly good looking and that she enjoyed flirting. It was dreadful. Christian. I DO NOT FEEL ANIMOSITY. IT IS NOT IN MY VOCABULARY. THIS WAS NOT OK.
Really, I'm distressed because I was very, very certain of his interest in me prior to the hanging out, and feeling much less certain and much less giddy now. This is how it stands: I know he thinks I'm attractive. I'm sure he thinks I'm a pleasant enough person, and all of that, but I don't know that it's enough for me to win. You know what I mean when I say win, right? Win over any other girls vying for his attention, win over the innumerable lovely, intelligent, funny girls wandering around his life.
I just hate failing at providing the best possible company.
And I DESPISE fighting for attention. It's stressful.
I don't know if you remember me telling you about the beautiful civil engineer that I always see in the CAEDM, but I did share that with you. I have a grand and surprisingly long story to tell you on that front, so be excited.
So, as of, oh, two weeks ago, he'd spoken to me a few times in passing, once to tell me how much he liked my hat (I have a very nice quasi-hipster hat, it's awesome), and once to ask a question while I was TAing, because my TA class covers software that civil engineers use as well. When he asked that question, he did this peculiar fumble with a paper he was holding. Accuse me of mountain-making from molehills, but I KNOW the awkward "I'm talking to a person I find attractive" fumble and I swear to you....that was it. I was intrigued. Hopefully, deviously intrigued. I grew more intrigued as I caught him looking at me on a regular basis. This boy thought I was at least slightly good looking. Of that I was certain.
[Brief side note, just so that you understand - my TA class forces me to hold office hours in the CAEDM two hours a day, Monday through Thursday, and he's always there during those hours {doing his own homework}, so this really was something I was able to observe quite regularly indeed.]
Since he was so good looking himself, I began to be annoyed that he wouldn't just come talk to me more often. And I began to plot.
Mwahaha. K, not really. But that just sounds so hilariously, mustache-twirlingly awesome that I don't think I'm going to edit it out.
Said plotting really only involved me getting on facebook and finding him, from the name he gave me, and subsequently looking at our list of mutual friends. I found a promising link - the very same guy friend who set me up on that blind date throwdown, in which I was obnoxiously full of vituperatives. I texted this guy friend:
Kristen: Hey, do you know a kid named trace farmer?
Jason: I do. Why?
Kristen: Ha mock me: he's an engineer, I see him in the caedm, we've talked a couple times, and I'm trying to find yet another excuse to talk to him, he's beautiful :) How do you know him?
Jason: He and I are good friends from the mission. I even have his number ;)
Kristen: Dude. You know what you should do?
Jason: Do tell.
Kristen: here is what you should do, and I'm open to revisions and suggestions: text him and ask if he's met a chemical engineer named kristen. It will probably help if you mention that I'm a TA. Really, the idea here is just to give him an excuse to come talk to me :)
Jason: How did you know we were friends? And I just sent him a text to build a rapport
Kristen: Uh...Er...Some harmless facebook stalking may have been involved...
Jason: Haha. I'll let you know when he gets back to me :) Would you like another triple date?
Kristen: Hahahaha if it comes to that! Jason, I'm going to owe you an insane wedding present if this works out
Jason: Haha. So what's your game plan eh?
Kristen: The idea is that the fact that I know you will get him to come chat with me, and then...it will just work out. Ha because I swear he has some level of interest. I don't know. Shots in the dark :P
Jason: Well, he said he'd recognize you. But doesn't know your name. What should I tell him?!?!?!?!
Kristen: I dunno, say blonde girl with long hair, kinda loud and sarcastic. Oo! say that I mentioned he asked me a question, funny because we're not in the same major
Jason (almost a full, agonizing, half hour later): :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) ;) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Kristen: Don't give me that cryptic load of smileys!!!! Words!!! Use your words!!!
Jason: I know something you don't :) :)
Kristen: This is mean. Very. But I will accept it as long as you're smiling :P
Jason: It's good, don't worry :)
My plan worked very well for me, as this boy proceeded to come ask me if I knew Jason the very next day. He's talked to me every day since in the CAEDM, and when we sat next to each other on Thursday, he got my number :) I was especially giddy after I coerced Jason into telling me what actually passed between him and Trace, and Jason caved and let me see the texts. Trace said something about how I was not only really intelligent, I "had it going on". Hahaha.
The problem, however, is that we hung out Friday night....and it was weird. Very weird. He marketed it as a hangout, and I was expecting it to be such and was quite fine with it....But we went to the BYU hockey game, for which he picked me up all by himself, got all my doors, and paid for me. Which was awesome, of course, but as the evening progressed I began to wonder if the only reason he paid for me was that I simply did not reach for my wallet fast enough.
Because we spent the night with both his roommates and these girls from his ward, and these girls..... It was perplexing, Christian. I'm not a jealous person. I never get jealous. But they were flirting with him, one VERY much so flirting with him, all night long. And we spent most of the night with them. He wasn't really flirting back, but I'd be lying if I said it made me happy. Mostly because I was completely thrown off my game. I was not remotely charming. Not at all. I was not my usual witty, bantering, obnoxious self, because I did not know how to deal with these girls, one of whom seemed to be interested in him. For the short periods of the night that we weren't around them, it was great and I was almost up to par, but it was so terribly off-putting to have to fight for attention.
Perhaps I'm just displeased because I don't usually have to do that.
It was perhaps worse because I realized that I felt genuine animosity towards this one girl in particular. The little voice in my head was all, "Oh, my, stop insisting that you sit by him. Don't touch his face like that. Stop playfully shoving him like that." I'm sure she was a very lovely sort of girl and I felt terrible for feeling less than warm and fuzzy towards her simply because she happened to agree that the boy I was with was terribly good looking and that she enjoyed flirting. It was dreadful. Christian. I DO NOT FEEL ANIMOSITY. IT IS NOT IN MY VOCABULARY. THIS WAS NOT OK.
Really, I'm distressed because I was very, very certain of his interest in me prior to the hanging out, and feeling much less certain and much less giddy now. This is how it stands: I know he thinks I'm attractive. I'm sure he thinks I'm a pleasant enough person, and all of that, but I don't know that it's enough for me to win. You know what I mean when I say win, right? Win over any other girls vying for his attention, win over the innumerable lovely, intelligent, funny girls wandering around his life.
I just hate failing at providing the best possible company.
And I DESPISE fighting for attention. It's stressful.
Cop-Out
(November 6, 2011)
This is dreadful, but unfortunately all I have time for right now:
I wrote this up and sent it to my friends, and hoped you might find it entertaining.
You may very much not.
But this is my convo with the boy of last week.
More tomorrow morning if I can manage it:
12:07 AM
Boy:We just finished up at the party and are headed back to Kevin's. Are you wanting to get together? :)
Girl: I have to wash my hair, unfortunately :P
Boy: Haha ok well does that mean no getting together then? :'( haha
Girl: Probably
Boy: Thaaaaat's garbage. Hahaha. Are you serious?
Boy: How about this, what if I just come over? ;)
Girl: Nope, no deal, I look gross and I'm going to bed :)
Boy: I guarantee you that you look beautiful. "Gimme that Girl," remember? Hahaha :P
Girl: And I, knowing what I look like, contradict you, annoyingly. I'm reading my scriptures and going to bed.
Boy: Can I be the judge of that? ;) hahaha.
Girl: Nope, I'm going to bed and I promise that my forecasted verdict is accurate.
Boy: Lol come on, girl :) some of us leave tomorrow on a massive drive east.
Girl: Yes, your point?:)
Boy: My point is that I missed my chance. I should have kissed you on our date. And now I am trying to rectify that mistake :)
Girl: I knew you thought about it :P ha but unfortunately, I rather recently promised that the next guy I kissed would be the next guy I dated, and you live in chicago :P
Boy: Haha o like you weren't thinking about it yourself! :P
Girl: Ha and what makes you so certain?
Boy: just the vibes I was getting ;D I promise I'll make it worth your time :) hahaha. I am only a couple apartments away after all :)
Girl: Hahaha sorry, hon, I told you my rule. And that was a first date, anyway :p
Boy: So let's make a new rule:) NEXT next time :D hahahaha
Girl: Nope, I'm rather pigheaded and my mind is made up :)
Boy: Haha I remember, I remember. You sure there's nothing I can say or do to change your mind? I can be very persuasive ;D
Girl: Ha nope. don't think this next statement is me being offended, I just need to state it for the record - I'm totally better than making out with someone just because it happened to be convenient :)
Boy: Woooooooooooow you're going to tease me like that?! Lol. And what if I just show up at your door? That just happens to be convenient ;)
Girl: It's locked. Have fun :P
Boy: I'm not going to walk on in silly. Haha. Only I'm invited ;D now THAT is convenience :)
Boy: AND it's not merely that. I felt we have genuine chemistry :) don't you?!
Girl: Ha still not gonna make out with you. Just tell yourself it would have sucked because I look unattractive and I'm a bad kisser and go to bed :)
Boy: But all of those would be horrible horrible LIES! :P
Girl: Trust me. I never lie. :)
Girl: (it's now 2:06 AM) So I have to get up in five hours. Let me sleep?
Boy: You're not the only one who can be pigheaded ;P
Girl: Yeah, and you reeeeheeeeeheally want to get some tonight :P
Boy: yes, I really do. More specifically, with the amazing girl that is you :)
Girl: Haha you don't know me, I actually suck but make a killer first impression :) it's my greatest talent. Now go to bed, we all know that nothing good happens after two a.m....but props for persistence, boy.
Boy: Hahahaha Girl!!! You drive me loco!!! Hahaha. The fact that we have continued this witty banter on this long is proof to me that you want to as well! :P plus many fantastic things happen after 3 am. I was born at 3:15 am for starters :)
Girl: The witty banter proves nothing, I'm a witty banter slut. Besides, I'd have to put on a bra. Not happening. Dude, I can't keep texting, oversharing is far too possible at this hour.
Boy: Haha put on a tank top then! Problem solved! True story :P haha. And oversharing is a very manageable risk :)
Girl. Wow, I really did just send that text. Ha.
Boy: It takes me all of 20 seconds to get there ;D
Girl: go to bed.
Boy: Plus I'm even wearing my black square glasses, just like you like! Hahaha
Girl: Ha if I were going to make out with you, we would definitely not still be talking about it.
Boy: So let's just get at it then ;D
Girl: I'm in bed. Like physically in it.
Boy: Which can be easily changed. Mind over mattress. I have this wonderful blanket I'll bring over ;)
Girl: Ha that was funny. No.
Boy: Thank you :) lol I can keep this up all night girl ;D so let's just take that "no" aaaaaaaand make it a yes :) that way we can both get some sleep :)
Girl: There would be less sleeping with a yes.
Boy: There would be more rewarding sleep with a yes :)
Girl: For you? That goes without saying
Boy: For both of us!
Girl: No. ha, look, just because you want to get some...
Boy: You're honestly telling me you don't want to get some at all?!
Girl: Would you believe me if I denied it?
Boy: Honestly idk. I just know what I felt on our date is all. And THAT said you wanted to :) PLUS rewarding for both of us. I'm on my way over. Haha
Boy: (2:37 AM) Here :)
Boy: (2:41 AM) Are you going to leave me out in the cold? Quite literally I might add :P
Girl: You'll live :)
Boy: Hypothermia kills. I'm an eagle scout, remember? :P
Girl: Then go inside. Or did they not teach you that there.
Boy:They did. They also taught me it's rude to walk in uninvited.
Girl: Give that a go. If you can't get in, it wasn't meant to be.
Boy: The door is locked, nice try though :P
Girl: Told you. Not meant to be.
Boy: That's bologna and you know it :) you felt that chemistry ;D ha
Girl: Wha I know is that I'm not leaving this bed until seven tomorrow morning
Boy: Girl, you really won't let me in? I've been out here for over ten minutes.
Girl: I told you no before :P
Boy: I heard what you said, but listened to what you really meant :P
Girl: How's that working out for you?
Boy: I'm tenacious. Doesn't that count for anything? :)
Girl: Well, you'll have it to thank for your hypothermia, for one.
Boy: Girl, I apologize for not asking politely. Will you please let me in? :)
Girl: Boy, seriously, I'm not going to make out with you. Boys who won't be hanging on to me long term don't get it short term. now go back, warm up, go to bed :)
Boy: (3:02 am) Very well then. You win.
This is dreadful, but unfortunately all I have time for right now:
I wrote this up and sent it to my friends, and hoped you might find it entertaining.
You may very much not.
But this is my convo with the boy of last week.
More tomorrow morning if I can manage it:
12:07 AM
Boy:We just finished up at the party and are headed back to Kevin's. Are you wanting to get together? :)
Girl: I have to wash my hair, unfortunately :P
Boy: Haha ok well does that mean no getting together then? :'( haha
Girl: Probably
Boy: Thaaaaat's garbage. Hahaha. Are you serious?
Boy: How about this, what if I just come over? ;)
Girl: Nope, no deal, I look gross and I'm going to bed :)
Boy: I guarantee you that you look beautiful. "Gimme that Girl," remember? Hahaha :P
Girl: And I, knowing what I look like, contradict you, annoyingly. I'm reading my scriptures and going to bed.
Boy: Can I be the judge of that? ;) hahaha.
Girl: Nope, I'm going to bed and I promise that my forecasted verdict is accurate.
Boy: Lol come on, girl :) some of us leave tomorrow on a massive drive east.
Girl: Yes, your point?:)
Boy: My point is that I missed my chance. I should have kissed you on our date. And now I am trying to rectify that mistake :)
Girl: I knew you thought about it :P ha but unfortunately, I rather recently promised that the next guy I kissed would be the next guy I dated, and you live in chicago :P
Boy: Haha o like you weren't thinking about it yourself! :P
Girl: Ha and what makes you so certain?
Boy: just the vibes I was getting ;D I promise I'll make it worth your time :) hahaha. I am only a couple apartments away after all :)
Girl: Hahaha sorry, hon, I told you my rule. And that was a first date, anyway :p
Boy: So let's make a new rule:) NEXT next time :D hahahaha
Girl: Nope, I'm rather pigheaded and my mind is made up :)
Boy: Haha I remember, I remember. You sure there's nothing I can say or do to change your mind? I can be very persuasive ;D
Girl: Ha nope. don't think this next statement is me being offended, I just need to state it for the record - I'm totally better than making out with someone just because it happened to be convenient :)
Boy: Woooooooooooow you're going to tease me like that?! Lol. And what if I just show up at your door? That just happens to be convenient ;)
Girl: It's locked. Have fun :P
Boy: I'm not going to walk on in silly. Haha. Only I'm invited ;D now THAT is convenience :)
Boy: AND it's not merely that. I felt we have genuine chemistry :) don't you?!
Girl: Ha still not gonna make out with you. Just tell yourself it would have sucked because I look unattractive and I'm a bad kisser and go to bed :)
Boy: But all of those would be horrible horrible LIES! :P
Girl: Trust me. I never lie. :)
Girl: (it's now 2:06 AM) So I have to get up in five hours. Let me sleep?
Boy: You're not the only one who can be pigheaded ;P
Girl: Yeah, and you reeeeheeeeeheally want to get some tonight :P
Boy: yes, I really do. More specifically, with the amazing girl that is you :)
Girl: Haha you don't know me, I actually suck but make a killer first impression :) it's my greatest talent. Now go to bed, we all know that nothing good happens after two a.m....but props for persistence, boy.
Boy: Hahahaha Girl!!! You drive me loco!!! Hahaha. The fact that we have continued this witty banter on this long is proof to me that you want to as well! :P plus many fantastic things happen after 3 am. I was born at 3:15 am for starters :)
Girl: The witty banter proves nothing, I'm a witty banter slut. Besides, I'd have to put on a bra. Not happening. Dude, I can't keep texting, oversharing is far too possible at this hour.
Boy: Haha put on a tank top then! Problem solved! True story :P haha. And oversharing is a very manageable risk :)
Girl. Wow, I really did just send that text. Ha.
Boy: It takes me all of 20 seconds to get there ;D
Girl: go to bed.
Boy: Plus I'm even wearing my black square glasses, just like you like! Hahaha
Girl: Ha if I were going to make out with you, we would definitely not still be talking about it.
Boy: So let's just get at it then ;D
Girl: I'm in bed. Like physically in it.
Boy: Which can be easily changed. Mind over mattress. I have this wonderful blanket I'll bring over ;)
Girl: Ha that was funny. No.
Boy: Thank you :) lol I can keep this up all night girl ;D so let's just take that "no" aaaaaaaand make it a yes :) that way we can both get some sleep :)
Girl: There would be less sleeping with a yes.
Boy: There would be more rewarding sleep with a yes :)
Girl: For you? That goes without saying
Boy: For both of us!
Girl: No. ha, look, just because you want to get some...
Boy: You're honestly telling me you don't want to get some at all?!
Girl: Would you believe me if I denied it?
Boy: Honestly idk. I just know what I felt on our date is all. And THAT said you wanted to :) PLUS rewarding for both of us. I'm on my way over. Haha
Boy: (2:37 AM) Here :)
Boy: (2:41 AM) Are you going to leave me out in the cold? Quite literally I might add :P
Girl: You'll live :)
Boy: Hypothermia kills. I'm an eagle scout, remember? :P
Girl: Then go inside. Or did they not teach you that there.
Boy:They did. They also taught me it's rude to walk in uninvited.
Girl: Give that a go. If you can't get in, it wasn't meant to be.
Boy: The door is locked, nice try though :P
Girl: Told you. Not meant to be.
Boy: That's bologna and you know it :) you felt that chemistry ;D ha
Girl: Wha I know is that I'm not leaving this bed until seven tomorrow morning
Boy: Girl, you really won't let me in? I've been out here for over ten minutes.
Girl: I told you no before :P
Boy: I heard what you said, but listened to what you really meant :P
Girl: How's that working out for you?
Boy: I'm tenacious. Doesn't that count for anything? :)
Girl: Well, you'll have it to thank for your hypothermia, for one.
Boy: Girl, I apologize for not asking politely. Will you please let me in? :)
Girl: Boy, seriously, I'm not going to make out with you. Boys who won't be hanging on to me long term don't get it short term. now go back, warm up, go to bed :)
Boy: (3:02 am) Very well then. You win.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
In which I make a herculean effort not to be self-centered
(October 23, 2011)
I'm in a rather dismal sort of mood tonight. Haha the sad thing is that I know exactly why, and it's because I've been focusing too much on myself. As well as perhaps sparing too much time for the fact that I'm single. Therefore, I will do my best to actually make this email about you, but I'm feeling pathetic and my sister was not satisfactorily able to have a therapy sesh with me today. You've been warned :)
Hey, at least you've already gotten two solid emails from me this week.
You may not want to read the next bit, because it's undoubtedly going to be rambling, interminable, and whinging, and on top of the already unfortunate nature of this epistle, that's bad indeed.
Aren't you happy I continue to email you? :)
As regards what's going down on the home front - that's the new title for my dating life -
Most importantly, and somewhat hilariously, I tell you about two blind dates which are going absolutely NOWHERE and you respond with mounting concern for my state of chronic singleness? Ha, honey, obviously I'm not as obnoxious in print as I am in person; you have clearly forgotten my ability to be just off-putting enough to rule myself out of just about anyone's dating pool.
The reason I'm distressed tonight actually stems directly from that, and I have a great deal to say on that front. Feel free to skip and then just tell me I'm pretty in your reply, if you're running low on time/really just don't want to read this.
The catalyst to my distress is embarrassing. Try not to judge me too harshly. Stephen's dating a really sweet, really awesome girl from my old ward; she lived downstairs from me. This is not a remotely surprising development, as I knew that she liked him and my radar had affirmed that he was at least somewhat into her this spring, just before he started showing clear interest in me. I am quite genuinely happy for the both of them; I think they'd make a good couple (loads better than he and I would), I think she's good for him, and I really do think the world of her.
None of these great, magnanimous thoughts keep me from being upset that I wasn't good enough for him, however. Ah, it sounds so deeply lame. I'm so much better than caring about a boy.....Sigh. The extra funny thing is that when I shared this with my friends, they were positively incensed on my behalf - "Oh, my, he told you he wasn't ready to date because of religion and he's dating her? Like two months later?! That's such a douchebag move! Of course you're justified in being unhappy!!" But I'm not angry at him for this. I genuinely do not believe that he did anything wrong. I think that he was trying to keep from making me sad. If you recall, we discussed the possibility that his given defense for our lack of relationship was in fact his attempt to spare my feelings, when the real reason he didn't want a relationship was that he didn't want one with me, that what he meant was "Kristen, you're not attractive. I cannot pretend any longer."
I knew it was a possibility, and I'm very much on board with someone lying to me if the reason they don't want me is something not within my power to change. I'm way too fragile for that amount of candor. But no, I'm just upset because...boo...I liked him.
It's so embarrassing. Sigh.
The truly unfortunate part of all this is that I'm now on a bender of relationship and self review. Which is why I needed my sister's thoughts today. We spoke briefly, before she left to go eat with her husband or some such nonsense. Pffft. Haha, the conversation went something like this:
"Heather, I'm almost 21 years old and I've never had a boyfriend. That's so weird! Nobody does that!! There's got to be something up, but I don't know that I'm brave enough to go digging around for the actual root of this particular problem. I have a million different possible answers but I'm not sure which one is the actual one."
Heather: "You get too competitive with boys, you get all defensive. You're always trying to prove a point; you want them to think of you a certain way. You need boys to know that you're smart."
Me: "Well, my attitude could be the problem....but I swear guys like it. A lot of them do, anyway...."
Heather: " Well, maybe you only want what you can't have. Sometimes I wonder if you're genuinely turned off when guys actually want to date you."
Heather and I have had this conversation a lot. She's convinced that I only like unattainable guys, that my standards are too high and that I never give boys a chance.
But the fact is....I always end up hurting guys when I give them a chance against my initial judgment. ALWAYS.
She might still be right.
Oh, and the other reason I'm unhappy is that I don't think I'm getting anywhere with that attractive boy in my ward.
But I feel happier now because he just came and banged on my window and talked to me for a little while.
Ha, here's the song I wrote for him, as promised:
But you are in serious trouble if you mock my lack of poetic ability because, dude, this fell into my head over the course of about thirty minutes, and I thought it was funny, so I put it to music.
I'm noticing
Those damn fine jeans
For which you paid too much
And all your v-neck shirts
-boy, do you know you're flirting?
You sure don't mind my touch
But am I really gonna have to wait it out?
Wait for you to sack up and take me out -
Would it help if I just asked you
Ty, tell me whyyyyyyyy.....
we can't make out?
(there's la-ing here. And at the beginning of the song. It's all wonderfully catchy.)
Second verse!
I heard you dress down
A girl in a fast round
One night at your place.
A beauty spectacular
In your vernacular
You didn't like her face
Yeah, with that, more than subtext,
(albeit out of context)
I'm starting to have my doubts.
Meh, whatever you said,
I know you want me instead. So, whyyyyyyyyy....
Can't we make out?
And there will be more, at some point...I hope. This is actually close to the catchiest song I've ever written. Also, something to note, the first song I've wrote about a guy before things went south. All my other songs are more like, "Boo....I'm not pretty enough for you....Let me sing about it to an incongruously happy tune...."
Ha. Now you're about to beg me to start writing you snail mail, if only to turn this weekly insanity to something more along the lines of monthly.
I'm in a rather dismal sort of mood tonight. Haha the sad thing is that I know exactly why, and it's because I've been focusing too much on myself. As well as perhaps sparing too much time for the fact that I'm single. Therefore, I will do my best to actually make this email about you, but I'm feeling pathetic and my sister was not satisfactorily able to have a therapy sesh with me today. You've been warned :)
Hey, at least you've already gotten two solid emails from me this week.
You may not want to read the next bit, because it's undoubtedly going to be rambling, interminable, and whinging, and on top of the already unfortunate nature of this epistle, that's bad indeed.
Aren't you happy I continue to email you? :)
As regards what's going down on the home front - that's the new title for my dating life -
Most importantly, and somewhat hilariously, I tell you about two blind dates which are going absolutely NOWHERE and you respond with mounting concern for my state of chronic singleness? Ha, honey, obviously I'm not as obnoxious in print as I am in person; you have clearly forgotten my ability to be just off-putting enough to rule myself out of just about anyone's dating pool.
The reason I'm distressed tonight actually stems directly from that, and I have a great deal to say on that front. Feel free to skip and then just tell me I'm pretty in your reply, if you're running low on time/really just don't want to read this.
The catalyst to my distress is embarrassing. Try not to judge me too harshly. Stephen's dating a really sweet, really awesome girl from my old ward; she lived downstairs from me. This is not a remotely surprising development, as I knew that she liked him and my radar had affirmed that he was at least somewhat into her this spring, just before he started showing clear interest in me. I am quite genuinely happy for the both of them; I think they'd make a good couple (loads better than he and I would), I think she's good for him, and I really do think the world of her.
None of these great, magnanimous thoughts keep me from being upset that I wasn't good enough for him, however. Ah, it sounds so deeply lame. I'm so much better than caring about a boy.....Sigh. The extra funny thing is that when I shared this with my friends, they were positively incensed on my behalf - "Oh, my, he told you he wasn't ready to date because of religion and he's dating her? Like two months later?! That's such a douchebag move! Of course you're justified in being unhappy!!" But I'm not angry at him for this. I genuinely do not believe that he did anything wrong. I think that he was trying to keep from making me sad. If you recall, we discussed the possibility that his given defense for our lack of relationship was in fact his attempt to spare my feelings, when the real reason he didn't want a relationship was that he didn't want one with me, that what he meant was "Kristen, you're not attractive. I cannot pretend any longer."
I knew it was a possibility, and I'm very much on board with someone lying to me if the reason they don't want me is something not within my power to change. I'm way too fragile for that amount of candor. But no, I'm just upset because...boo...I liked him.
It's so embarrassing. Sigh.
The truly unfortunate part of all this is that I'm now on a bender of relationship and self review. Which is why I needed my sister's thoughts today. We spoke briefly, before she left to go eat with her husband or some such nonsense. Pffft. Haha, the conversation went something like this:
"Heather, I'm almost 21 years old and I've never had a boyfriend. That's so weird! Nobody does that!! There's got to be something up, but I don't know that I'm brave enough to go digging around for the actual root of this particular problem. I have a million different possible answers but I'm not sure which one is the actual one."
Heather: "You get too competitive with boys, you get all defensive. You're always trying to prove a point; you want them to think of you a certain way. You need boys to know that you're smart."
Me: "Well, my attitude could be the problem....but I swear guys like it. A lot of them do, anyway...."
Heather: " Well, maybe you only want what you can't have. Sometimes I wonder if you're genuinely turned off when guys actually want to date you."
Heather and I have had this conversation a lot. She's convinced that I only like unattainable guys, that my standards are too high and that I never give boys a chance.
But the fact is....I always end up hurting guys when I give them a chance against my initial judgment. ALWAYS.
She might still be right.
Oh, and the other reason I'm unhappy is that I don't think I'm getting anywhere with that attractive boy in my ward.
But I feel happier now because he just came and banged on my window and talked to me for a little while.
Ha, here's the song I wrote for him, as promised:
But you are in serious trouble if you mock my lack of poetic ability because, dude, this fell into my head over the course of about thirty minutes, and I thought it was funny, so I put it to music.
I'm noticing
Those damn fine jeans
For which you paid too much
And all your v-neck shirts
-boy, do you know you're flirting?
You sure don't mind my touch
But am I really gonna have to wait it out?
Wait for you to sack up and take me out -
Would it help if I just asked you
Ty, tell me whyyyyyyyy.....
we can't make out?
(there's la-ing here. And at the beginning of the song. It's all wonderfully catchy.)
Second verse!
I heard you dress down
A girl in a fast round
One night at your place.
A beauty spectacular
In your vernacular
You didn't like her face
Yeah, with that, more than subtext,
(albeit out of context)
I'm starting to have my doubts.
Meh, whatever you said,
I know you want me instead. So, whyyyyyyyyy....
Can't we make out?
And there will be more, at some point...I hope. This is actually close to the catchiest song I've ever written. Also, something to note, the first song I've wrote about a guy before things went south. All my other songs are more like, "Boo....I'm not pretty enough for you....Let me sing about it to an incongruously happy tune...."
Ha. Now you're about to beg me to start writing you snail mail, if only to turn this weekly insanity to something more along the lines of monthly.
Friday, February 17, 2012
My brain is a two-by-four, Part deux
(October 20, 2011)
And yet again, I can't bring myself to be productive right now, but I'm forced to be at a computer. I've exhausted facebook, go fug yourself (fashion blog), and iwastesomuchtime.com (collection of epic hilarious randomness) for all new material, and therefore, you get another email :) Not least because I still have more to tell you.
I actually went on another date on Monday, with a different guy. Also a set-up. Ha ha. But funny story - I was watching conference with a couple of the guys in my ward, and one of them announced that he had a really great friend who was killer amazing at piano. Me being me, I demanded (with my tongue lodged firmly in my cheek) that he set me up with this person so I could fall in love with him tout de suite. I don't think it came out quite that creepy, though. Anyhow, I was gifted with twenty-first century Mozart's number, and he with mine, and as we texted, we discovered that he had, in fact, been in my first-ever seminary class at Brighton and knew Heather (my sister, for clarification) rather well. Of course, he didn't remember me, as he was two years ahead, but still really funny.
(Side note: this BEAUTIFUL civil engineer who's talked to me, like, twice, is helping someone a few computers down in the CAEDM and I'm hoping that the force of my mental demand that he get his butt over here and tell me how ferociously good-looking I am and that I should go out with him will actually end in results for me. Bahahahaha.)
Oh, good, he left, so I can actually focus a little better :P
Anyhow, Monday. My date, with the former Brighton student: actually the best date I've ever had. Probably. Maybe. I don't know. But definitely the first time that I realized that it was possible to appreciate a date just because it's a well-put-together date, and not based on the solidity of your friendship with and/or attraction to your date. Did that make sense? Probably not. I'm not explaining, though, my brain is too exhausted to be able to detour for that long and then make it back to its original track.
To details on said date:
I must begin with a disclaimer that a lot of the things that happened on this date are going to sound lame, or cheesy, and I must assure you that they were actually neither in the offing. Also, please do not jump to the conclusion that because I was able to handle the fromage without laughing about it, I must heartily like my date. Really, I'm not remotely attracted to him. Nice guy, excellent to talk to, but not my style. He was just mystically able to bring off doing lame things and making them enjoyable. It really defies explanation, but I shall make a valiant attempt in the next few paragraphs.
For dinner, we went to this place in Midway (a very lovely drive through Provo canyon away) that had KILLER salmon. Oh, lands. We also had some amazing chocolate pumpkin delicious awesomeness for dessert. I died. Have I ever mentioned my preternatural obsession with all things sweet and pumpkin flavored? It's there. After that, we went and drove around to some of the resorts in Midway (again - sounds: lame; was: great.) and went to look in a crater that abuts one such hotel, at the bottom of which was a scuba diving tank - lit, and very, very cool. After that, we went further up the canyon and stopped at this place where you could see butt loads of stars, and we got out of the car and wandered around. (And yes, for the most cliche moment of the evening, he insisted I dance with him for about thirty seconds). Then he took me home, all the while effusing about buckling knees and how my presence might necessitate a prescription for an inhaler (and HERE was where I chose to roll my eyes back about as far as they would go, because....really? Stop lying to me.) And he told me I looked "stunningly beautiful" in the requisite date follow-up text. Haha.
Really, the only result of this date was such as to make me mildly annoyed that I don't actually like him. That would have been so perfect and I'd be so giddy if I wanted him. But I don't. BOO.
Ha, and then he sent me a song. He wrote it. For me. Again with the cheese. Uncomfortable cheese, this time. But also, again, that would be freaking cute if I liked him. That makes the first song ever written for me. Stupid face.
Ha and the biggest reason I don't like him - there's another boy I want in my ward.
I wrote him an excellent song.
I should send you the lyrics.
And yet again, I can't bring myself to be productive right now, but I'm forced to be at a computer. I've exhausted facebook, go fug yourself (fashion blog), and iwastesomuchtime.com (collection of epic hilarious randomness) for all new material, and therefore, you get another email :) Not least because I still have more to tell you.
I actually went on another date on Monday, with a different guy. Also a set-up. Ha ha. But funny story - I was watching conference with a couple of the guys in my ward, and one of them announced that he had a really great friend who was killer amazing at piano. Me being me, I demanded (with my tongue lodged firmly in my cheek) that he set me up with this person so I could fall in love with him tout de suite. I don't think it came out quite that creepy, though. Anyhow, I was gifted with twenty-first century Mozart's number, and he with mine, and as we texted, we discovered that he had, in fact, been in my first-ever seminary class at Brighton and knew Heather (my sister, for clarification) rather well. Of course, he didn't remember me, as he was two years ahead, but still really funny.
(Side note: this BEAUTIFUL civil engineer who's talked to me, like, twice, is helping someone a few computers down in the CAEDM and I'm hoping that the force of my mental demand that he get his butt over here and tell me how ferociously good-looking I am and that I should go out with him will actually end in results for me. Bahahahaha.)
Oh, good, he left, so I can actually focus a little better :P
Anyhow, Monday. My date, with the former Brighton student: actually the best date I've ever had. Probably. Maybe. I don't know. But definitely the first time that I realized that it was possible to appreciate a date just because it's a well-put-together date, and not based on the solidity of your friendship with and/or attraction to your date. Did that make sense? Probably not. I'm not explaining, though, my brain is too exhausted to be able to detour for that long and then make it back to its original track.
To details on said date:
I must begin with a disclaimer that a lot of the things that happened on this date are going to sound lame, or cheesy, and I must assure you that they were actually neither in the offing. Also, please do not jump to the conclusion that because I was able to handle the fromage without laughing about it, I must heartily like my date. Really, I'm not remotely attracted to him. Nice guy, excellent to talk to, but not my style. He was just mystically able to bring off doing lame things and making them enjoyable. It really defies explanation, but I shall make a valiant attempt in the next few paragraphs.
For dinner, we went to this place in Midway (a very lovely drive through Provo canyon away) that had KILLER salmon. Oh, lands. We also had some amazing chocolate pumpkin delicious awesomeness for dessert. I died. Have I ever mentioned my preternatural obsession with all things sweet and pumpkin flavored? It's there. After that, we went and drove around to some of the resorts in Midway (again - sounds: lame; was: great.) and went to look in a crater that abuts one such hotel, at the bottom of which was a scuba diving tank - lit, and very, very cool. After that, we went further up the canyon and stopped at this place where you could see butt loads of stars, and we got out of the car and wandered around. (And yes, for the most cliche moment of the evening, he insisted I dance with him for about thirty seconds). Then he took me home, all the while effusing about buckling knees and how my presence might necessitate a prescription for an inhaler (and HERE was where I chose to roll my eyes back about as far as they would go, because....really? Stop lying to me.) And he told me I looked "stunningly beautiful" in the requisite date follow-up text. Haha.
Really, the only result of this date was such as to make me mildly annoyed that I don't actually like him. That would have been so perfect and I'd be so giddy if I wanted him. But I don't. BOO.
Ha, and then he sent me a song. He wrote it. For me. Again with the cheese. Uncomfortable cheese, this time. But also, again, that would be freaking cute if I liked him. That makes the first song ever written for me. Stupid face.
Ha and the biggest reason I don't like him - there's another boy I want in my ward.
I wrote him an excellent song.
I should send you the lyrics.
My brain is a two-by-four. In more ways than one.
(October 17, 2011)
I'm sorry I didn't manage to email you already. I'm more sorry that you're going to get this email of epic random timing at some point during the week, if you happen to get it at all before next Monday :) Ha, sorry, genuinely. I don't have a ton of time right now - I'm between classes and I should be using this time to reread for the fourth or fifth time my Physical Chemistry Supplement on electron spectroscopy and study my notes from the aforementioned class. That's electrons jumping from orbital to orbital, in case you were curious.
And on the rather significant chance that you were wondering about the precise meaning of this email's subject line, my brain is being sandpapered away daily by school, and I'm convinced that I won't have any grey matter left after this semester. My brain is also a lot more wooden and a good deal less malleable than I previously believed, apparently. This semester is kicking my butt.
But never fear, in the end, I shall prevail!!! Probably. Hopefully
Since I only have about twenty minutes, give or take, this note is going to be all about my life. Never fear, I shall send you things of a more profound nature in the near future, but for now, I need a distraction. Rest assured, I will answer your questions. I just haven't told you anything for four weeks, and that is possibly the longest time in our friendship that you've been lucky enough to go without my self-analysis at length. Which is a travesty, it is.
Besides, you really just have to hear about my marvelously awesomely hilarious blind date :)
Last Saturday night - two days ago: my guy friend who set us up (engaged to one of my former roommates) said that he had a friend who was wonderfully sarcastic and that the two of us would get along famously. We tripled with this guy friend and his fiance and another of their friends (they're mission buddies) who's married. Quick recap, in case the full meaning of that didn't quite sink in: Married couple, engaged couple, couple on a blind date. Dahahahahaha.
We went out to dinner, then went and did corn mazes and haunted corn mazes and such at Thanksgiving Point.
The evening began with all the typical awkwardness and interview-style interrogation of a blind date. As it progressed, though, this kid began to pull out the sarcasm. He was funny. Definitely. But also sarcastically arrogant. I didn't mind, but the more sarcastically arrogant he got, the more I teased him, until I was ruthlessly and hilariously (in my opinion, anyway) throwing down most things he said. Everything got a snappy retort and most statements were refuted with rapid-fire rebuttals and an enormous, self-satisfied grin.
(Of course that's exactly how it happened, with absolutely no exaggeration. Don't even think about doubting me).
He actually kind of loved it. I was essentially just snapping him in half with every opportunity he gave me, and they weren't exactly few, but he seemed to find it entertaining. He told me that I was "the feistiest girl he'd ever met." Which I, quite unsurprisingly, loved. Mostly, I just loved that date because it was so entertaining. Besides, he was attractive, giving off attracted-to-me vibes, and I got to plaster myself all over him when we went through the haunted things (which was actually more because I was genuinely scared than I'd like to admit.) Unequivocally the most hilarious and grand blind date ever. Doubt he'll call me again, because I think he found me somewhat exhausting, but I really do not care.
Anyhow. Must leave for Physical Chem, in which I will take yet another quiz worth five points on which I may well get another four out of five score, and thus chip just a little more away at my final P Chem grade.
Disgruntled sigh.
I'm sorry I didn't manage to email you already. I'm more sorry that you're going to get this email of epic random timing at some point during the week, if you happen to get it at all before next Monday :) Ha, sorry, genuinely. I don't have a ton of time right now - I'm between classes and I should be using this time to reread for the fourth or fifth time my Physical Chemistry Supplement on electron spectroscopy and study my notes from the aforementioned class. That's electrons jumping from orbital to orbital, in case you were curious.
And on the rather significant chance that you were wondering about the precise meaning of this email's subject line, my brain is being sandpapered away daily by school, and I'm convinced that I won't have any grey matter left after this semester. My brain is also a lot more wooden and a good deal less malleable than I previously believed, apparently. This semester is kicking my butt.
But never fear, in the end, I shall prevail!!! Probably. Hopefully
Since I only have about twenty minutes, give or take, this note is going to be all about my life. Never fear, I shall send you things of a more profound nature in the near future, but for now, I need a distraction. Rest assured, I will answer your questions. I just haven't told you anything for four weeks, and that is possibly the longest time in our friendship that you've been lucky enough to go without my self-analysis at length. Which is a travesty, it is.
Besides, you really just have to hear about my marvelously awesomely hilarious blind date :)
Last Saturday night - two days ago: my guy friend who set us up (engaged to one of my former roommates) said that he had a friend who was wonderfully sarcastic and that the two of us would get along famously. We tripled with this guy friend and his fiance and another of their friends (they're mission buddies) who's married. Quick recap, in case the full meaning of that didn't quite sink in: Married couple, engaged couple, couple on a blind date. Dahahahahaha.
We went out to dinner, then went and did corn mazes and haunted corn mazes and such at Thanksgiving Point.
The evening began with all the typical awkwardness and interview-style interrogation of a blind date. As it progressed, though, this kid began to pull out the sarcasm. He was funny. Definitely. But also sarcastically arrogant. I didn't mind, but the more sarcastically arrogant he got, the more I teased him, until I was ruthlessly and hilariously (in my opinion, anyway) throwing down most things he said. Everything got a snappy retort and most statements were refuted with rapid-fire rebuttals and an enormous, self-satisfied grin.
(Of course that's exactly how it happened, with absolutely no exaggeration. Don't even think about doubting me).
He actually kind of loved it. I was essentially just snapping him in half with every opportunity he gave me, and they weren't exactly few, but he seemed to find it entertaining. He told me that I was "the feistiest girl he'd ever met." Which I, quite unsurprisingly, loved. Mostly, I just loved that date because it was so entertaining. Besides, he was attractive, giving off attracted-to-me vibes, and I got to plaster myself all over him when we went through the haunted things (which was actually more because I was genuinely scared than I'd like to admit.) Unequivocally the most hilarious and grand blind date ever. Doubt he'll call me again, because I think he found me somewhat exhausting, but I really do not care.
Anyhow. Must leave for Physical Chem, in which I will take yet another quiz worth five points on which I may well get another four out of five score, and thus chip just a little more away at my final P Chem grade.
Disgruntled sigh.
For Leonard
(September 19, 2011)
Ha ha and Christian, it is perhaps a very good thing that you never respond with "Thank you, Kristen, you're correct! I'll do what you say knowing it will solve all of my problems," because if you were to do so, I'm fairly certain that the news would be such an enormous shock to my system that I'd die of a heart attack right there on the spot. And it would be completely and totally dreadful for me to make you spend the rest of your life in paralyzing guilt that way.
I'm still genuinely irked that you thought I like Chase. Don't turn that into a "the lady doth protest too much" tenet of your rebuttal. I wouldn't be able to take that boy anywhere, he's too crazy. And much as I think of him, and much as we are rather alike in a number of ways, I also....am not particularly into him. Besides, he and I actually get along. And we all know that if there's any real commonality between me and some boy, I will find a way to write it off before it begins, because I love getting in my own way just that much.
The BYU-Utah game was last night. I hope nobody else tells you about that. Most depressing sports event of my life. And I do not care about sports, either. I don't suppose you remember that line in Harry Potter (I'm fairly certain that it's the fifth, possibly the sixth) when Harry isn't able to play, and Ron's keeping, and Hermione keeps huffing that it's "just a game" and doesn't know why everyone's all worked up about it? And it's noted that while Harry would never admit this to Hermione, he'd give a great deal to consider Quidditch as nothing more than a game? That went through my head many many times while watching the game. It was dreadful. There were some plays in there that were worse than any football I've ever seen in my entire life, and I attended Brighton for perhaps the bleakest three years in its football-playing history. The high point was in the first minute of the game, in which we fumbled the ball into the end zone, attempted to retrieve it and on the pass, threw it backwards into said end zone where it was recovered by Utah for their first touchdown of the game my gosh boys really I'm dying a dreadful, decaying death inside at the horrors of that play. And while that was unquestionably, the most abysmal moment on our part during the game (single moment, anyhow), it was by a far more narrow margin than has any right to be in college football. Sigh. Did I mention that that was the very first BYU sporting event I've attended ever? Yup, I was there. The most enjoyable parts of that evening were, in order: seeing Jimmer (please tell me you know who Jimmer is.) come in, spotting Emily on Crimson Line, and seeing Niki Taylor on Utah Cheer. Seriously. Best parts of the game.
Ha ha and Christian, it is perhaps a very good thing that you never respond with "Thank you, Kristen, you're correct! I'll do what you say knowing it will solve all of my problems," because if you were to do so, I'm fairly certain that the news would be such an enormous shock to my system that I'd die of a heart attack right there on the spot. And it would be completely and totally dreadful for me to make you spend the rest of your life in paralyzing guilt that way.
I'm still genuinely irked that you thought I like Chase. Don't turn that into a "the lady doth protest too much" tenet of your rebuttal. I wouldn't be able to take that boy anywhere, he's too crazy. And much as I think of him, and much as we are rather alike in a number of ways, I also....am not particularly into him. Besides, he and I actually get along. And we all know that if there's any real commonality between me and some boy, I will find a way to write it off before it begins, because I love getting in my own way just that much.
The BYU-Utah game was last night. I hope nobody else tells you about that. Most depressing sports event of my life. And I do not care about sports, either. I don't suppose you remember that line in Harry Potter (I'm fairly certain that it's the fifth, possibly the sixth) when Harry isn't able to play, and Ron's keeping, and Hermione keeps huffing that it's "just a game" and doesn't know why everyone's all worked up about it? And it's noted that while Harry would never admit this to Hermione, he'd give a great deal to consider Quidditch as nothing more than a game? That went through my head many many times while watching the game. It was dreadful. There were some plays in there that were worse than any football I've ever seen in my entire life, and I attended Brighton for perhaps the bleakest three years in its football-playing history. The high point was in the first minute of the game, in which we fumbled the ball into the end zone, attempted to retrieve it and on the pass, threw it backwards into said end zone where it was recovered by Utah for their first touchdown of the game my gosh boys really I'm dying a dreadful, decaying death inside at the horrors of that play. And while that was unquestionably, the most abysmal moment on our part during the game (single moment, anyhow), it was by a far more narrow margin than has any right to be in college football. Sigh. Did I mention that that was the very first BYU sporting event I've attended ever? Yup, I was there. The most enjoyable parts of that evening were, in order: seeing Jimmer (please tell me you know who Jimmer is.) come in, spotting Emily on Crimson Line, and seeing Niki Taylor on Utah Cheer. Seriously. Best parts of the game.
My life is glorious!
(September 9, 2011)
La la la, I love my life, it is glorious, and I'm so excited to email you. Even as great as my life is, your emails are a high point of my week. Have I mentioned that? They totally are. So basically, I'm actually somewhat on top of my coursework, I'm recovering from my illness, my TA job is making me LOADS of money (seriously. I feel like a freaking billionaire.) and I'm happy about all of these things.
Yeah, much as I'd love to believe that I don't make judgment calls, I pretty much always end up liking someone more the longer I know them. Sometimes, when I meet people, I'm intimidated by their greatness or expect them not to like me for this or that reason (is it bad that I judge people based on what they might think of me?) but I pretty much always find that they're far better to get along with than I originally feared. So honestly, you're probably even better than me on this front. But you will continue determinedly asserting that you are only half an optimist, and not positive :P Have we discussed the fact that you like to make up flaws for yourself? It's really a peculiar pastime.
Of course your version of "brief" is never, in fact, brief. The length of your parentheticals alone is a constant testimony to that. Google doesn't think parentheticals is a word. Parenthetical, yes, but not parentheticals. Screw you, the Google. Respectfully yours, Kristen Lois Nicholes.
Ahem. I was saying, though, please continue to write me long emails, no matter what the subject. You are endlessly entertaining.
Other boy news. My facebook status of a few days ago: "I'm definitely not qualified to deal with boys." And I'm totally not. Why? Because I'm now at fifteen boys (Slut. Sigh.) and I still haven't dated anyone. I made out with someone else this week. Why? Good question. It was nice, and mercifully, he doesn't like me enough to care that it was just a hookup. And we were very good indeed. I'm just feeling mounting dismay at this issue of mine that I don't seem to care to fix when I'm actually in a position to fix it. Do you even want to hear this? Probably not. I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you stupid, mildly inappropriate things. Tell me to stop, if that's what you like :P
I'm going to undermine that apology by continuing with my analysis, as you can't actually tell me to stop right now :) Ha I swear that I shouldn't be allowed to deal with boys. Sometimes I feel I genuinely pose a mild threat to myself and far too many males. It's like knowing how to operate a motor vehicle without any understanding of traffic laws. I can get boys (some of them. A select few.) to want me. Some of them actually like me. Like crazy, let's date and stuff like me. But I have no idea how to behave myself in order for them to actually take me on dates/play hard enough to get that it will go somewhere. And of course there's that whole not knowing what I want thing that I've discussed with you before. Sigh. Dating's a minefield. Pfft. NOT dating is a minefield.
Ha, oo, some boys said "Hey, pretty lady" to me when I walked down the street yesterday. That happens!!!
La la la, I love my life, it is glorious, and I'm so excited to email you. Even as great as my life is, your emails are a high point of my week. Have I mentioned that? They totally are. So basically, I'm actually somewhat on top of my coursework, I'm recovering from my illness, my TA job is making me LOADS of money (seriously. I feel like a freaking billionaire.) and I'm happy about all of these things.
Yeah, much as I'd love to believe that I don't make judgment calls, I pretty much always end up liking someone more the longer I know them. Sometimes, when I meet people, I'm intimidated by their greatness or expect them not to like me for this or that reason (is it bad that I judge people based on what they might think of me?) but I pretty much always find that they're far better to get along with than I originally feared. So honestly, you're probably even better than me on this front. But you will continue determinedly asserting that you are only half an optimist, and not positive :P Have we discussed the fact that you like to make up flaws for yourself? It's really a peculiar pastime.
Of course your version of "brief" is never, in fact, brief. The length of your parentheticals alone is a constant testimony to that. Google doesn't think parentheticals is a word. Parenthetical, yes, but not parentheticals. Screw you, the Google. Respectfully yours, Kristen Lois Nicholes.
Ahem. I was saying, though, please continue to write me long emails, no matter what the subject. You are endlessly entertaining.
Other boy news. My facebook status of a few days ago: "I'm definitely not qualified to deal with boys." And I'm totally not. Why? Because I'm now at fifteen boys (Slut. Sigh.) and I still haven't dated anyone. I made out with someone else this week. Why? Good question. It was nice, and mercifully, he doesn't like me enough to care that it was just a hookup. And we were very good indeed. I'm just feeling mounting dismay at this issue of mine that I don't seem to care to fix when I'm actually in a position to fix it. Do you even want to hear this? Probably not. I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you stupid, mildly inappropriate things. Tell me to stop, if that's what you like :P
I'm going to undermine that apology by continuing with my analysis, as you can't actually tell me to stop right now :) Ha I swear that I shouldn't be allowed to deal with boys. Sometimes I feel I genuinely pose a mild threat to myself and far too many males. It's like knowing how to operate a motor vehicle without any understanding of traffic laws. I can get boys (some of them. A select few.) to want me. Some of them actually like me. Like crazy, let's date and stuff like me. But I have no idea how to behave myself in order for them to actually take me on dates/play hard enough to get that it will go somewhere. And of course there's that whole not knowing what I want thing that I've discussed with you before. Sigh. Dating's a minefield. Pfft. NOT dating is a minefield.
Ha, oo, some boys said "Hey, pretty lady" to me when I walked down the street yesterday. That happens!!!
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