You know, Provo really is very pretty. This girl's room has a gorgeous view of Y mountain and Rock Canyon. Okay, amendment, Provo itself isn't particularly pretty, but the surrounding mountains are stunning. Seriously. I can't tell you the number of times (it may be every year, sometime in February or March when the snow absolutely refuses to go away and I'm drowning in school work) that I look up at Timpanogos, covered in snow and shrouded in pink or purple bits of cloud around sunset, and decide that Provo is worth inhabiting just for that view.
Speaking of inhabiting Provo, I had such high hopes for never getting in trouble with University Parking enforcement (Satan's Provo Cavalry in silver Jeeps). But then, yesterday, I woke up to a boot on my car, because I'm staying in aforementioned friends house and it's basically impossible to park most places if you don't live there. Stupid. But meh, it really wasn't that bad. I would have appreciated having those fifty dollars back to spend on something else, but....whatever.
Hahahaa, I also found myself rereading through old facebook conversations the other day, because I got bored. No one should want to associate with, much less date, someone who finds themselves as stupidly funny as I do. I legitimately started a word document of all the funniest things I said. In my opinion.
Samplers:
"Waking up in the morning can be a challenge
The enormity of both my greatness and my head are difficult to lift from my pillow."
The enormity of both my greatness and my head are difficult to lift from my pillow."
Me: Oh, you're making assumptions about me, now? Unsurprising. If unwise.
Him: Ha, the funny thing is that I was totally about to call that you'd say something like that.
Me: potato. Now stop being so cocky.
Speaking of other funny things you'll appreciate, quotes from Winnie: "God wrote the bible. Satan wrote the LSAT."
Hmm, what else. Oh, funny, weird story. So, there's this kid from a few months ago that I'm fairly certain I never mentioned (except perhaps in saying things like, "Woo, I have a date this weekend," or similar).He's in Tau Beta Pi presidency with me, and he asked me out early on, and I wasn't particularly into it. I tried to give him a no, but he insisted that we at least get to know each other, and he would just happen to pay for dinner to facilitate that. I caved, even though I didn't see it being super likely, but hey, I told him what I thought, and if he wanted to throw money at me anyway, I was definitely not going to stop him. We went on three dates, between which, I discussed with him the fact that I would be sure to tell him the second I felt like it really wasn't going to happen - we both agreed that that would be a fair course of action. Haha. Somewhat hilariously, I began a text conversation after our third date with something like, "Hey, you wanted me to tell you when I was sure..."
and he jumped in immediately with, "Ha, hey, guess what, I'm really not feeling this!"
Bahahaahahaha and even though it seemed fairly convenient, I did believe him. He and I get along, but there's no real spark. I don't think.
Which is why this last week is so strange. We hung out twice - once, to see Dark Knight Rises (ha, not the first time for either of us) and ride his motorcycle, and once to just eat food and talk. This second time, we stayed up until two-thirty talking on the couch. But both times, there was this weird....weird, weird tension. Christian, it's so bizarre. Perhaps I'm just crazy. But I swear to you - I don't like this kid, not like that. I have no desire to kiss him, and I'm fairly certain that he has none of the same for me. But there was this distinctively palpable sexual tension when we went to the movie and the other night. At the movie, he lingered a little in examining my bracelets, pulled me a little closer than necessary on the bike (on the pretext, or perhaps for the actual purpose of making me less cold - dude, going sixty five miles an hour in the wind when you're wearing short shorts and a tee is frigid, regardless of ambient temperature). Then, when we were talking on the couch, we were sitting way, way closer than was necessary, his hand on my knee (that said me knee originally, bahahah) and occasionally MOVING it.
Knee tracing is so much more a big deal than simply having your hand on someone's person. The latter can be an accident, it can be for convenience, it can simply be comfortable. The former, however...The former is deliberate. So that was weird.
Oh, and before you cry foul and say that he's obviously still into me or similar nonsense, we discussed his girl situations all night long. With a few of my stories thrown in for color, but mostly just, "Oh, what about this girl, this happened with her, do you think I have a chance?"
The kid does value my opinion a lot, so that's flattering.
Ha, I don't need to prove cause and effect on marriage and boring. I just feel like being single sounds like so much more fun. It's funny, Winnie and I were talking about this this week. Yeah, we want to get married, and it's what we expect to happen at some point down the line. However, we can both say that we don't really have a problem with the concept of living on our own for the rest of our lives. As long as you have friends, family, people who care about you....As long as you really do have people in your life to love and support you, it's really not bad at all to be single. Seriously.
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