I sometimes amaze myself with my propensity for self-punishment. I got home from Richmond at 11:30 last night, went online, and stayed there until 2:30 in the morning. I had my reasons. C– came on unexpectedly (perhaps because he’s leaving today), and we talked for a long, long time. Mostly, I was discussing my utter amazement with my relationship with Dirk.
I mean, honestly, it’s not natural to like someone this much, is it? Is it normal to do horribly tacky cute things to make him smile? And enjoy it?!? I have a hard time accepting the fact that someone as genuinely nice as he is is dating me. C– spent a lot of time reassuring me that it wasn’t a trap. All of this came up because I was talking about my plans to move in with Dirk, and how much the idea scared me. Not a lot, mind you, but I get apprehensive at the thought of this sort of commitment. A little voice in the back of my head asks me, “How old are you? Twenty? Don’t you think that’s a little young?” It sounds suspiciously like my mother.
Except my mother would never be that tactful.
Anyway, the choice between shacking up with someone and living with my mother isn’t very hard to make. Dirk doesn’t pitch fits on a regular basis about absolutely nothing. And he doesn’t follow me around telling me just how much of a disappointment I am.
I also talked to this really neat-o guy, James. It was really late when I started talking to him, and I’d already used up my coherency on C–. So, I babbled at him, whilst laughing uncontrollably. At one point, I was laughing so hard that tears were coming out of my eyes. I mean, he might have been funny, too, but I don’t remember actually finding anything that was said hysterically amusing.
I left work early and went directly to Dirk’s house to pick him up. We went back to my place and there was more than enough time for me to take advantage of him before Jason came to get us.
Okay, Richmond was uneventful. There’s a small area with high-rise office buildings and such, but the majority of it is just like any other suburb in Virginia. I much prefer D.C. Of course, I’m biased. We stopped off at the Tower Records there, and it was kind of sad. Hardly any books, and most of them were about movies. The best part was the ride to and from Richmond. I got to listen to a lot of incredible music, and none of it was punk. The next time I see Jason, I’m going to quiz him about some of the bands we listened to.
Jason was driving really fast, and he had the speakers cranked up to full blast. I was laying across the backseat, fading in and out of consciousness while I gripped Dirk’s hand in the darkness. I don’t remember falling asleep, but U2 was suddenly playing and I was singing along. Cold air blew in from the open window, and I was happier than I had been in a while.
Jason has decided that we’re the only genuine people in Virginia, because we don’t ditch him like other people. I actually got along with him really well last night. I think he was making a concerted effort not to get on my nerves. He even asked if I minded that he was driving so fast. (I didn’t. He’s not nearly as psycho as some other drivers I’ve ridden with back in ‘Jersey.)
We stopped to get food at a Waffle House just outside of Richmond. I need to eat there more often. Those places are marvelous. Insanely cheap, too. Their grits have an odd texture, though...maybe I’m just used to instant grits, which still feel hard no matter how long you wait after you add the hot water. These grits were creamy, of all things. And they needed salt, even though they were drenched in butter.
Don’t make faces at me. God only knows what you people eat.
I actually have a job interview on Tuesday. I’m so excited. I already know a lot of the people in the office, and am on good terms with them, so I’ve got a good chance of getting the job.
Oh, about that crack that was found at Dirk’s work – it was worth $3,000.00. They didn’t catch the guys who dropped it. Stupid, stupid people.
I’m going now. My head hurts from exhaustion. Have a good week-end.