Ambiguity
Amazing how time flies when you’re traveling. Suddenly it’s Friday, yet part of my head is still back on Sunday-time, getting excited for the week nearly over. In fairness, it was a pretty awesome week (sort of). After making up my mind to ask a severely cute barista on a date (but not now, I’ll do it later!), I went to run some errands, sort of hoping to bump into her at the Co-Op (which has happened before). So I’m nearly done with my shopping, trying to pick out a case of beer, when all of a sudden there’s her familiar voice… but it’s asking if she can help me find anything, sir, and I do a double-take before realizing it’s really her. Chalk one up for two sort of awkward senses of humor. After some babbling on my part, I must have eventually gotten English words out in the right order, because she seemed excited at the prospect of dinner the next night.
So we went out for drinks and some dinner and chatted for a few hours. I was pretty shocked by how closely our personalities seemed to match, my thoughts constantly oscillating between that and things like, “OMG her smile is so cute!”… so yeah. It seemed to go well, and I was in a pretty good mood.
The next night the two of us went to a party my friends were hosting. She seemed a bit more distant this time, though it may have been the overwhelming numbers of new people… I usually get pretty shy in that sort of situation, too. Less ambiguous was when, on the ride home, she said that she wasn’t really looking a relationship at this point in her life. Fair enough (and possibly open to interpretation, but I think it was her way of saying she wasn’t interested). We hugged and parted ways for a couple of weeks (I flew back to Detroit the next morning), but I’m still hoping to hang out with her some more (and maybe even meet her friends!) when I get back to town.
Wednesday was a busy day of shuffling from Corvallis to Portland to Minneapolis to Detroit to Rochester Hills, and combined with the time-loss flying from the west to east coast, was over before I even knew what was happening. At least I scored a fantastic martini to pass the time in MSP.
And today… today has been weird. The last time I was home, I was introducing it all to Twinkle. I’m still catching myself looking around for her when I head upstairs, or wondering if she’d like a cup of tea, too. I’d finally gotten over this in Corvallis; I didn’t realize I’d have to do it all again in Detroit. On the upside, my mom took me and Kyle shopping for the evening and I snagged a fabulous old-school Detroit Tigers t-shirt and some new Doc Martins. Still searching for that ever-elusive pea-coat (the one that will actually fit me) but there’s plenty more time to continue that adventure over the next week and a half…
