Crap. May 19, 2008

Tonight, I went on an impromptu date with P.  She called me as I was leaving the bookstore (buying my own copy of Einstein’s Dreams, which she lent me and I devoured…great book!), and said she needed a break…  Being more than happy to oblige, I drove over to her house and she was already sitting on the curb, waiting.  She hopped up, jumped in my car and said, We are going to see Iron Man, right?  and started giggling in such a way that I could never refuse.  Soooo, instead of reading either of the two plays I should have read this evening (M. Butterfly and The Glass Menagerie…ugh), I went on yet another cute date with my Not-Girlfriend.  It’s starting to drive me crazy.  We are entering into that really awkward territory where, if something doesn’t happen soon, it will get so weird and awkward that we might not continue to have the fun, easy, exciting times we have been having.  I can understand all the reasons for Not Getting Involved Right Now, but it’s driving me mad.  It’s giving me a complex (…maybe it’s because I’m fat…), which I can immediately deconstruct into my own need for a concrete reason that she’s not jumping in head first… Thank god one of us is logical and reasonable, I suppose.  I mean, maybe there’s something to be said for really getting to know someone first, and paying attention to timing.   Although, on the flip side, there’s something to be said for not having to endure any more hesitant ‘good nights’ or the way we sit/stand just a little too close so that our bodies just barely make contact, just enough to register the heat coming off of her.  

She’s getting us tickets for the midnight screening of the new Indiana Jones movie on the day it comes out (this Thursday).  I feel like I’ve hit pay dirt here.  Seriously.  A Fulbright scholar with a fauxhawk, an aerial dancer that speaks four languages, a pyromaniac with a taste for JD Salinger…AND she loves action movies as much as I do?  Pardon my language, but fuck.