Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was fascinating. I definitely want to see it again. I feel like I missed so much watching it the first time. I saw Jim Carrey on Ellen the night before last, and he was talking about all the stuff that was going on in the background. And the scenes where he was literally running behind the camera shedding clothes and then running back around putting them back on. I dig that background stuff.
So hopefully Ill still have the chance to see it again with Paul. I think it would spark some great conversations between us unlike with David the other night. When the movie was over, it was still early (9:30ish). But I honestly didnt want to spend another moment with him. So I yawned a couple times and said that I needed to get to bed. He walked me home and said that we should do something else some time. Yeah. He told me hed call next week. Right.
I met Paul out last night. It was supposed to be a casual after work happy hour type situation, but it felt much more like a date. The temp was warm last night, so Id painted my tootsies and wore my fun (but dangerously high) wedge heels and a great little drapey tank top over jeans. I was slightly concerned that I looked just a tad hoochie, but WTF, I liked how I looked. When I walked in the bar, heads turned. Damn. I havent had that feeling in a long time. Spring is definitely in the air. That shit felt good. I was looking around for Paul and a really handsome guy asked if I was looking for him. It made me blush. And when I saw Paul, I felt a rush. He looked great. Ill be damned if his sense of style hadnt changed overnight. Does he read my fucking diary????
So we talked about stuff. Like, really talked. Heavy stuff. He can pull things out of me that I didnt know existed. Such a deep, serious man with such a funny exterior. An interesting package. Im so curious.
He got up to go to the bathroom, and these guys sitting next to me immediately started talking to me. I honestly didnt think much about it, but when Paul came back it was weird. Like he was kinda jealous or something. He turned to the guys and said, That didnt take long! in a joking kind of way, but he didnt stop there. He was like, I knew that would happen if I got up. I just knew it!
So he then spent a good deal of time talking to the woman sitting next to him. What was that all about? Then he wanted to do tequila shots (?!). But I didnt want one. So he did shots with the girls next to him and the guys sitting next to me.
And then, remember how I was kind of worried that my language might have been a little offensive to him? Yeah..well the f-bombs were flying after the tequila shots kicked in. Again, does he read my fucking diary???
My neighbors called from another bar down the street. I told Paul that I wanted to go there and meet them. It would have been a good exit for him, but he wanted to go too. I had to warn him that we have a strange camaraderie that he might not get. Lots of inside jokes and stuff. Not sure why I had to warn him, but whatever. I guess it was good that I did, because they tore into me when we walked in the place. Fun, joking stuff. Wink-wink, nudge-nudge kind of things that needed explaining. I think Paul might have been a little uncomfortable. I dont know.
Long story short, we ended up in Matts apartment blasting music, smoking, drinking wine and singing at the top of our lungs. Paul was drunk and sort of going with the flow, maybe half amused. I finally told the guys that I needed to go to bed. Walked Paul to the door downstairs. He kissed me a couple of times. It was awkward. Not sure if I liked it or not. I mean, it was nice enough and all, but was that because of the alcohol?
Of course, I went right back to Matts place and danced and smoked and drank until I passed out on the couch. Whats with me these days? This is becoming a regular thing. I woke at 5 and trundled back up to my apartment to sleep it off some more.
I think it just might be that Im refusing to grow up and face the adult music.
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