Update: Written on the 26th, but I'll put it all together seeing as I didn't upload this last night:
A mildly interesting weekend...discussing stuff with Mommy that I will not get into. Parents weren't too dreadful to deal with. Boy, were they desperate to have me home. If I hadn't gone home I shudder to think of the consequences. All weekend they're trying to get me to say how much I want to be home. Well, I wanted to go home, but would kind of have liked putting it off until say, Saturday morning, so I coulda had a date with Remington...he called while I was on the Internet looking up stuff on polyamory asking me out to a people-off-the-IRC-channel gathering...I'd told him I had to go home a few times before, guess he forgot. Sent him an e-mail saying sorry I wasn't there.Let's begin with the day I first met her, How fast this good ole boy's world got better, Sky got bluer, the grass got greener, Just the first few seconds after I first seen her Like my favorite song on a new set of speakers, My best old jeans, and my broke in sneakers, Home run pitch floatin' right down the middle, The sweet music made when the beau hits the fiddle, She's, right on the money, She goes direct, to my heart, And when it comes to lovin' me, She's everything I need, bullseye perfect, She's, right on the money She's no red lights, when I've overslept, She's a three point jump shot, that's nothin' but net, A hand full of Aces, when the dealer's done dealin', I'm forever on a roll, that's how she's got me feelin', She's, right on the money, She goes direct, to my heart, And when it comes to lovin' me, She's everything I need, bullseye perfect, She's, right on the money She's the best cook that's ever melted cheese Ain't much around the house, but I aim to please, There's absolutely no reason to doubt her, When she says I wouldn't last ten minutes without her -Right on the Money, Alan Jackson(Thanks to Anna for the lyrics!)
When I was home on Sunday morning I checked my parents' e-mail...I got a shitload of e-mail from school there, including some from Remington I hadn't gotten before...including his half-done writeup of our second date. So I sent some responses...albeit a month or so late...I felt so sheepish. Ouch, sending him four e-mails...but, well, I had my reasons.
When Mom came up here, I let her listen to my phone message from him...and well, told her he got quoted in the paper, so she wanted to read that. No, she wanted to keep a copy. Sheesh! She don't even know the guy! He got in the paper again today...well, his picture did...his head got half cut off in the paper, but the full photo was online. Seeing as it's the one picture of him with his current hairdo, I messed with it a little and am going to put it up in lieu of his old picture on the page.
Mom was bugging me to invite Remington to the initiation ceremony on Wednesday for Kappa Omicron Nu. If I do, I have to somehow pay for him to get in ahead of time, but I'm not really, well, um... well, geez, isn't that a bit premature to invite him to some boring parental kind of thing? I don't even want to go...or worry about paying for the silly thing...or worry about the parental clash bit...okay, that's my real worry AND motivation for asking him...well, everyone'll all be in town at the same time, and it'll shut Mom up. On the other hand, geez, I don't to worry about that kinda thing. Stress ain't fun.
I'm currently waiting around for him to get the hell online (no e-mails, no newsgroup, no IRC) so I can find out what's going on. I want to ask about him on IRC, but that seems too obvious somehow for my tastes...I miss him. (Ugh, there I go again!) There's this feeling sometimes I have, this detached one, like when I was checking the e-mail this weekend, like "I can't believe this is happening to me, that I even know this person." I know, it's weird. Or like when I looked at the photo today and thought stuff like "Damn, he looks asleep..." and then realized that he was probably asleep because of me...well, I don't remember if he was over that night or not, but it was possible. Then thinking, "Hey, I remember that outfit!" Weird.
Also debating (as well as the invite issue) the present issue- while I've decided to skip a present, I did get a card...which is uh, somewhat kinky...and taped it to my ceiling. To explain this...I had this "The Perfect Male" poster on the ceiling...which I didn't realize until he'd been over a few times...well, I don't really look at it often, it's pretty funny to me...only one minorly cute guy on it anyway. Since I sleep on my side, I don't really see it. Problem is, I didn't realize that he does...and well, I found out he wasn't too thrilled with it. Okay, I know the thing is stupid...and well, not necessary at this point in my life...so I took it down. I wrote a note telling him hi and is this view any better, and taped the card under it. Hope that comes off well. I am thinking of getting him a flower too, but would need to get someone to haul my ass to the store.
Update: Written on the 26th, but I'll put it all together seeing as I didn't upload this last night:
Talked to Sarah, had her drive me around to pick up a rose for Remington (white, the reds weren't that pretty), exchange paperwork for the apartment, and go to Baskin-Robbins. She still wants me to do the double-date thing, but I can't get up the nerve to ask. Silly, I know.
I got back around sixish and found a message on my voicemail, he'd gone over to Melissa and Yamara's, said to call him there, he thought "it would be neat to get together with you sometime tonight." =) I called there, they were all going to some place, they picked me up...I left the rose and card in my place, didn't want to give him those in front of an audience. We went to some Caffe Something-or-other-italian, which was cool, 'cause you got to draw on the tablecloths. Once I got out of the car, Remington had his arm around me, awww...kept that kinda thing up throughout dinner =) I'm sure we were probably nauseating Bill and Melissa and Yamara (shoot, Bill and Melissa are engaged, I think, and they don't act like we do). Anyway, I found that cute.
What wasn't so cute was how all of them (okay, mostly Remington and Bill and Yamara, who's doing some program or other) started doing MATH on the tablecloths...reminding me of how I barely made it through ALGEBRA. Math crowds are even scarier than hanging with the computer crowd and the punk crowd, IMO...and I hooked up w/ the head math guy (his degree is in math). OUCH. Fun to be intimidated.
Oh, and Remington mentioned the other girlfriend, Zoe, at dinner (she got him his favorite wine for his b-day)...hmm, he apparently went to Santa Cruz on Sunday, and not San Francisco...hmmm, I think I caught him in a lie there. Not that I'm surprised, exactly...I did wonder why he wasn't seeing her before the big day...figured maybe she was one of the people he was supposed to meet up w/ in San Francisco. Kinda embarrassing to be around when he's mentioning the other girlfriend though. And I found two hickeys on him. Ugh. (Oh well, I found another on me today...at least it's not very noticeable...albeit on a conspicuous spot)
I'm having issues with this whole polyamory thing...I was going to write about that yesterday, but didn't get to it. Some other time.
Oh, all the little math minds are going to some computer meeting (Linux...whateve that is) on Wed...Remington did invite me to go to it (and he knows I know nothing about it...pretty sweet actually), but I said I had the stupid initiation thing to go to. (Well, that saves me the trouble of asking him then.)
After that we went back over to M/B/Y's place and watched Dilbert...as you can imagine I was plastered all over him during it. I found it pretty entertaining, actually...the rest of the room didn't really agree. We eventually went out to Safeway to get Remington a cake, Briana and her roommate Jeannie came over for some too...yet again she commented on the age issue, after finding out his new age, she said he was a decade older. And when he mentioned getting married at some point in the conversation...I think she thought he was still married, 'cause she looked right over at me...if we'd been alone I coulda explained it to her. Yet again, a little more embarrassment on the age issue. 29...gee, like we really needed to add another number to the age gap? I was talking to Angela (the nice RA) about why I was dressed up- said it was boyfriend's b-day, and she asked how old, and I was embarrassed to say. "Too old." Yes, it is a little strange to me. Sorry, engaged couple, but well, you know what I mean and what it's like.
One of my favorite moments of the night: when we were all standing around in the kitchen, I was across from Remington- he was sitting on the railing on the other side, I was leaning on the wall across from him, and I started staring at him...he stared back, that smile on his face..then he held out his arms for me to come over. Awwww.
Wow, I am just so mushy sometimes!
After the food festivities (oh, I forgot to mention, he gets his wish. Whatever it was...) most of us played thishere game known as Tekken (Mortal Kombat-type game) for hours...Remington versus about everyone else, eventually me...he adjusted the lifeforces on the game so I had the advantage, then I mostly kicked his butt. =) Also discovered that you can somehow do the cuddly bit while playing a video game...who woulda thought?
We left M/B/Y's place after midnight, and we attempted to park around Castilian...lesson we've learned: you can't park around Castilian after midnight. So he caved and decided to invite me over to his place. Well, I went up here first and picked up the card and rose and my backpack first.
He liked the flower, but I don't think he knew what to do with it. I find that funny...that's why I like giving guys flowers. "You must like me, you got me a flower." He loved the card I got him...I'd love to tell you what he said about it, but I'd best not. Some people would get nauseated.
Is the place a mess? Sure, but no more terrible than you'd expect from guys. General junkiness and stuff all over the floor. Found that book on polyamory that Remington said Zoe lent to him and that he was thinking about lending to me...I didn't comment on seeing that. So he checked his e-mail and I looked on sporadically at it...mostly political crap for GSA, but then he hit one from somebody with an AOL account and a hippie-sounding address. I wasn't paying much attention until I saw something like "when you were leaving my place the other day"...regarding some sort of conversation they'd had. I didn't get any farther than that, 'cause he then said something like "Not now..." in a funny tone of voice, not exactly happy (in a "I gotta hide this" sort of way?) and clicked it off. The whole thing got me somehow...wondering. I thought Zoe didn't have Internet access, as he's said he can't check e-mail there...but he's also said he couldn't check it on AOL. The facts combined led me to wonder...
and when he was scrolling through old e-mails saved or whatever, I also saw some from the same person, with subject lines involving the word "pleasure" (I don't wanna know) and "My love for you."
Ouch. The L-word. The serious L-word. This is worse than I even thought. Okay, so I don't know if it's her or not...I tried looking on PeopleSearch for that e-mail address, but didn't find it. But still, ouch.
And on that uplifting note, I will end by saying that I slept over at his house.
Next entry: What happened when we woke up...
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