Often times when we have these long, late-night conversations, we talk about the first night we spent together...
It was daylight savings 2011, and every year since, on daylight savings I feel a certain kind of way. The night has been turned over so many times in my mind that it feels like a story, or a scene from a novel or movie or someone else's experience, not a memory of my own. I was 19, he was 23. I knew he liked me, he made it pretty clear on a previous night when he followed me around a party trying to tell me how sexy my lisp was... (side note: I definitely do not have a lisp, so naturally, I was confused and slightly offended) I turned him away at least four different times that night, and not kindly I might add. I didn't give a shit about him, and he was annoying me. Also, I had been seeing his artist friend who had recently moved to LA to take a job designing shirts for LRG. And my friend Bri liked him so I was supposed to stay away. Anyway, I digress, It was daylight savings..
I was with my friend Jenni at some party in the U District. I'd been running around, singing and dancing my little butt off and DJ-ing the whole thing. At some point in the night outside in the driveway of this house where everyone was smoking, I ended up talking to HIM, because I decided I'd join in on a conversation after I heard "I wish girls would understand how much I love it when they just sit on my face. I just fucking love it." This peaked my interests. He took to talking to me right away, like there was no one else around. I however was vaguely aware of Jenni and some asian UW dude having some intense conversation behind me. Apparently he was some graduate psych major who claimed he could read people like books, he was telling her that the guy I was talking to on the driveway liked me, a lot. He said he could tell by the way his eyes stayed fixed on me and how he was genuinely interested in what I had to say and he could tell by his body language, his responses, his posture. Apparently they talked about it for a long time. I laughed and then shrugged and told her - I think I'll hook up with him tonight.
Later on, this little dick-hole guy named Dustin, who I know well now at this point in my life, who has probably not been laid ever, came over and decided to take that fact out on us by drunkenly deeming Jen the "fat friend" of the two of us, and went on to call me emaciated (which, let's be honest, if you're a 19 year old girl living in America, is far from an insult). It should be known that my friend Jenni is a goddess and if I am in fact skinnier than her, it's hard to tell. Point is, Jen was pretty drunk, and this.. she did not take well. Obviously. Five minutes later after trying to console her, I found her in outside in the alley hopping into some random car, which I later found out belonged to some lame UW guy who was her confidence boost for the night. I turned around and there he was.
We go over this conversation often. Sometimes he's baffled that he was able to"convince me" and wants to know how, other times he worries that he somehow "tricked me into it" that he's just too charming for his own good. I'd never, not once in my short little nineteen years of living, decided to go home with a guy I barely knew. He said he'd never asked a girl to come home with him like that before. Something just happened that night. I don't know what it was that made him bold enough to ask me when I'd turned him down so many times. And I don't know what it was that made me say yes. I remember it perfectly. I said, "Well I guess I have to get a taxi because there goes my ride home." and he said "Orr you could not call a taxi, or we could get a taxi together and go back to my place." I looked up at him, seriously considering this option but I said something along the lines of noo I better not. So he said, "Look I'm not saying we have to do anything okay? I just want to hang out with you. I'd like some company. You can sleep on my couch or my bed whatever. I mean, I'd love to have you in my bed, I don't like sleeping alone." I figured it was either this, or I'm paying for a taxi and going home alone. I figured why not. Something about him, despite my initial disinterest, was drawing me towards him. I was curious about him. And I didn't know why..
"Something about that night changed me, Tys," I told him. "I was seeing some other guy in Denver at the time and after I spent that night with you, it just completely turned me around. I don't know what it was, but I'd never had it with anyone else. And it stuck with me."
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