Theo-oh-no! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Dec. 29, 2001, midnight
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Bless his heart, he’s a tad bit of a goof ball, and I find it sooooo charming! Movie started pretty late last night. I suggested that we meet early for a cocktail at the pub next door. I was an early bird, and he was late. Not really bad, but about 15 minutes, because he couldn’t figure out the parking garage situation, which I’d explained to him on the phone earlier. I guess brilliant minds sometimes do that, because it couldn’t have been the way I explained it, now could it??

The pub was packed, so we went to the bar inside the theater instead. Service sucked there, as usual. Note to self: never go to that bar again, no matter what….okay, except when you want to carry booze into the movie with you. We did just that.

Movie was black and white. High contrast. Most excellent cinematography. Got a bit strange there at the end. But hey, that’s the Coen Brothers for you. Loved Billy Bob Thornton. Damn, the guy can smoke!

After the movie ended around 12:45, we checked to see if the pub had cleared out any. Of course. We started knocking back the Bass Ale, and again let the conversation take itself wherever it wanted. Theo got tipsy and so did I. The tipsier he got, the more real he became to me. Cute and funny and more relaxed and…oh that smile! He rambled on and on. I loved it because I didn’t have to open my mouth and say stupid stuff. Sure, I got a dumbass remark in every once in a while. That’s only natural for me in a tipsy state, but he shared his war stories of internet dating, and showed me his drivers license photo in which he had long hair down to his butt! College stories, and friend stories, and oh…he has a cat!! Such a sensitive guy. I was dying, DYING for him to kiss me after the bar literally had to toss us out into the cold. My car was close; his jeep was far. Still I walked him to his jeep and he drove me to my car. Still no kiss. But I guess I’m glad he didn’t kiss me, and I feel as if he was embarrassed by letting a little loose.

And today I’m feeling kind of funky about the whole thing. Like maybe he didn’t mean to open up like he did with me. Or something. I can’t pick up on his vibes. I don’t think we’re connecting romantically.

But I’d be thrilled to keep him as a friend.


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