The Classic Red Story

So, we met at ward break the fast. Roommate H and Red's roommate Indy Vintage, finished eating and went to my place for dessert. Then we went to the reading for a ward member's sitcom-to-be. It was good. Then we went to the CES fireside. Then we went back to our place, and Red and I ended up spending a number of hours talking about various things. Around 10:30 or 11:00, she had to go home to bed for school the next morning. I walked her home, and asked her out for that Wednesday. She said yes.

On Wednesday, I picked her up from her place and we went over to my childhood friend's place. There, we set up a tent/fort out of twine and blankets and then went and had crepes and smoothies. After the crepes and smoothies, we sat under the blanket, and read a scary ABC book with various voices. Then people who had them told ghost stories. Before the momentum could run out, it was time to go home. I was glad, because that meant we had momentum left for the walk home. We talked, and then arrived at her place. She showed me her back yard and a hammock, both which she had recently discovered. We sat in the hammock and talked about all of the things we liked about the Bubble and all the things we liked about home. It was getting late, so we walked to her door and shared an awkward hug.

I can't remember how or when I asked her, but a weekish later, we went to go see Amelie at International Cinema, first stopping by Sugar 'n Spice for my best try at the perfect milkshake. It ended up that I'd gotten Amelie's date wrong, so we just went over to the MOA and checked out two of the exhibits while talking a ton. Then I went to a showing of the Seagull with a friend.

On Friday afternoon, I brought over a yellow Gerbera Daisy and a note, thanking her for hanging out with me the day before. Late Friday night, I got a call from my apartment saying I had a gift. I got home, and discovered a pomegranate, two Tofutti Cuties (soy ice cream sandwiches) and a really nice note. According to witnesses, it's promising.

So now we've just talked a few times over the phone and email, as she's been with her family. Hopefully there will be more to the story in about a week.

Thoughts from class

Sometimes, while I'm at school I think back on my visit to see Broom Curls, and remember how I felt as she pulled away in her car. I remember wanting so badly to hail a taxi and follow her back to town to look for an apartment. My heart told me that going back to Provo would be turning my back on the most beautiful moments of my life, that it would be worse than dying. My logical mind won out in the end, assuring me that getting through school would be the best thing for Curls' and my future together. I told myself not to worry, that I would see her again soon enough.

I look back at those logical conclusions, and all the sense that I can still see in them. But now there is no future for us, and there is no chance of my ever seeing her again. On that day when I watched her drive away from the airport, I quieted my heart, and put my faith in God. I didn't know it then, but on that day, my mind and faith were ill-advised.

Happy things

Well, things have been rather great. I went on that date with Classic Red, and had a blast. I think she did too, but I was getting disinterested vibes by the end of the date. Maybe she was just tired, or maybe I'm paranoid. I just called her up for a second date a couple minutes ago, and she can't make it. She's headed home Saturday evening for Thanksgiving. She seemed genuinely disappointed she wouldn't be able to make it, so that made me feel a bit better.

The most random thing I have ever, ever, ever seen happened last night. Some of my roommates and I were hanging out in the downstairs study, when Flatmate K hurtled downstairs. He was wearing a Peruvian hat and a surgical mask, and had a sport coat on a hanger held in his mouth. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he proceeded to do a stiff-legged jig, eyes wide in alarm.

I proceeded to laugh for the next 15 minutes or so, with frequent outbursts for the rest of the night.

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Boom!

So much cool. Cool enough to not be able to handle it!

Exhibit A: Halloween (31 October)

Spent the evening with my new friend, Stroll Buddy. It was a lot of fun, and she's super fun to talk to, and the food is good. We went to a nearby Thai establishment, then decided what to do for a while at my place, then attempted a walk to Inexplicable Republican's house. No one was home, so we walked back past the smelly duck pond. We spent another bit at my place reading through random books off Flatmate K's shelf, and finally settled on Seuss's greatest hits. Just before we left, she used her super plant skills to diagnose Nadyezhda. Overwatering, just as I suspected! Then I walked her to the bus stop.

It gets a bit complicated here. We had a nice hug, and then she kissed me on the cheek. Now, don't get me wrong. I have no problems with kisses on the cheek, and Buddy is super cool, so I had a blast. I just don't know what the kiss meant. I think we have a lot of good connections to understand each other, but I don't feel any chemistry. I'm just worried about the possible problems that could come up if there was something beyond friendly in that kiss. I don't want to threaten such a natural friendship with awkwardness. For the time being, I guess I'll assume the best.

After that, I went over to EuroCanuck's and met Bright Eyes, an enormously cool guy, and possibly the first man who has been, for me, obviously attractive. I think most of the realisation is a result of the smile -- he has one of the best smiles I've ever seen. Anyway, Canuck and family dressed up in the coolest outfits, and Eyes and I had a blast taking pictures.

Exhibit B: Regina Spektor concert (2 November)

This was the first standing concert I've ever been to. The venue was In the Venue, and was a normal looking dance club. No one danced during the concert, though. And Regina was so real and so fun. And so ADD, or so she claimed. She couldn't concentrate with the audience noise, so she asked that we quiet down, and then asked the drunk people to stuff it several times as the concert went on. I heard a few songs I hadn't before, and all in all, it was flat-out worth every penny.

Exhibit C: Possibly drug-related improvement in mood (past two weeksish)

The lithium may be working. My mood spends more time up than I can remember in the past 1 1/2 years. I still do a lot of wavering, but I feel like I'm finally progressing in my path to move on after Broom Curls. Sometimes, I feel like it took me longer than it needed to to take these steps, but the truth is that I was simply unable to move with the emotions that had laid siege to my life.

I'm also shaking like I have Parkinson's.

Exhibit D: Meeting and asking out Classic Red. (5 November)

So, okay. I met this super-cool girl last night. I don't want to exaggerate or jinx things, so I'll keep it short. Red and I met at a church function in sort of a clash-of-the-titans-esque conglomerate of people that made quick friends. With that group, we went home for junk food and then up to campus and watched part of a student-written sitcom read through, followed by the fireside (Dallin H. Oaks'). We went back home and talked about all sorts of ridiculous stuff as a group, and then things began to sort of separate, and Red and I ended up sitting on a couch reading through a rainforest book and having smallish talk to get to know each other. At 10:00, I walked her home and asked her on a date at the door. She said yes, which was much better than no.


Anyway, to wrap up, I'm in a good mood. Now it's time to bring this laptop back to the library and go to bed.