I hesitate sometimes to do entries on SG of late; I think anyone who has me bookmarked has gotten- or will get- tired of the rambling on and on about how things are going with Heather. But... I do use this as a literal journal, not just as a communications tool. Sometimes catharsis, sometimes a diary, I occasionally go back through old entries, look at the dates, remember how I felt at a certain time; sad, happy, depressed. An adjunct to my brain.
I like how I've felt lately, and I kind of want to record it for posterity. So for those of you who continue to read this, apologies... but here's another brightness-and-puppies-type journal entry that rambles on about another date with Heather, full of detail you couldn't possibly be interested in.
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We went to the Animation Show 2005 at the art theater; seeing her is getting me out of the house more often, getting me to do things I like doing but haven't made time for in the last few months. Art movies being one of the prime examples.
The selection of shorts was a lot better than prior festivals; oddly enough, the Don Hertzfeldt short, The Meaning of Life was one of the less-interesting works. Technically good, but conceptually kind of dull.
Anyway, we sat there in silence, with my usual thing of wanting to put my arm around her, but being afraid to do so. Went to dinner after that, where we had a really chummy waitress who sat next to her as we ordered, etc... midway through the dinner, she said she'd gotten more action from the waitress than she had from me, and I was like... ouch.
We went to my place for a bit, though I was uncomfortable... I hadn't thought to clean the place up beforehand, not expecting her to come over, so the place was a bit of a wreck. She didn't freak out or run away, and she was impressed with my library, so... no real bad impressions. Then off for coffee, and the last few hours went by in a few minutes. Geeked out about Breakout and Atari...
...we get more and more comfortable with each other each time we're out, and we get more and more comfortable as time passes during each date. We spent the last few hours of the date cuddled up in the car, listening to the rain, just kind of enjoying each other's company. Continued talking off and on, but we didn't have need for continual noise... comfortable silence as I scritched her head, or as she played with my hand. She ended up staying way too late, and was up for nearly 30 hours straight by the time we decided to part. Gave her a kiss on the cheek; still chaste. I do kind of wish she'd experiment with being forward- I'm trying as hard as I can, and feel like it's not quite enough.
I hate not getting to see her that often; much of the difficulty lies in my job and school- her hours are those of a normal human, it's mine that causes problems. Hard to get on the phone, harder still to meet, so when we do talk or meet, it turns into a marathon session that ends with someone passing out from sheer exhaustion or something. I like spending that much time with her (and I like knowing that we can do that without wanting to kill each other), but it's coming close to overkill. She's gonna get burned out, I think, if I can't figure out how to arrange things better to not keep her up and out that long.
She's quite unlike anyone I've ever been with before, for which I'm quite thankful... and it seems like she could be the person I'd always wanted to meet, and never thought truly existed.
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Yeah, I'm falling for her.
I like how I've felt lately, and I kind of want to record it for posterity. So for those of you who continue to read this, apologies... but here's another brightness-and-puppies-type journal entry that rambles on about another date with Heather, full of detail you couldn't possibly be interested in.
...
We went to the Animation Show 2005 at the art theater; seeing her is getting me out of the house more often, getting me to do things I like doing but haven't made time for in the last few months. Art movies being one of the prime examples.
The selection of shorts was a lot better than prior festivals; oddly enough, the Don Hertzfeldt short, The Meaning of Life was one of the less-interesting works. Technically good, but conceptually kind of dull.
Anyway, we sat there in silence, with my usual thing of wanting to put my arm around her, but being afraid to do so. Went to dinner after that, where we had a really chummy waitress who sat next to her as we ordered, etc... midway through the dinner, she said she'd gotten more action from the waitress than she had from me, and I was like... ouch.
We went to my place for a bit, though I was uncomfortable... I hadn't thought to clean the place up beforehand, not expecting her to come over, so the place was a bit of a wreck. She didn't freak out or run away, and she was impressed with my library, so... no real bad impressions. Then off for coffee, and the last few hours went by in a few minutes. Geeked out about Breakout and Atari...
...we get more and more comfortable with each other each time we're out, and we get more and more comfortable as time passes during each date. We spent the last few hours of the date cuddled up in the car, listening to the rain, just kind of enjoying each other's company. Continued talking off and on, but we didn't have need for continual noise... comfortable silence as I scritched her head, or as she played with my hand. She ended up staying way too late, and was up for nearly 30 hours straight by the time we decided to part. Gave her a kiss on the cheek; still chaste. I do kind of wish she'd experiment with being forward- I'm trying as hard as I can, and feel like it's not quite enough.
I hate not getting to see her that often; much of the difficulty lies in my job and school- her hours are those of a normal human, it's mine that causes problems. Hard to get on the phone, harder still to meet, so when we do talk or meet, it turns into a marathon session that ends with someone passing out from sheer exhaustion or something. I like spending that much time with her (and I like knowing that we can do that without wanting to kill each other), but it's coming close to overkill. She's gonna get burned out, I think, if I can't figure out how to arrange things better to not keep her up and out that long.
She's quite unlike anyone I've ever been with before, for which I'm quite thankful... and it seems like she could be the person I'd always wanted to meet, and never thought truly existed.
...
Yeah, I'm falling for her.