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Excellent! Uh-huh!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

So on Saturday Chris and I went on another date. This time he planned it and it was mostly held in his neck of the woods. Well, before the date we went shopping with Jordan and Deanna for decorations for the Fall Ball. Oh, I also forgot to mention that we were matching. Chris and I had almost the same outfit on even down to our shoes. So, it was a little funny.

Anyway, after the little shopping trip, Chris and I went to his high school to visit his marching band friends and kind of introduce me as his "date". Which was better than him introducing me as his friend or special buddy or whatever. He was recently outed by his Facebook entry and people were all like "Is he or isn't he!?" and since Chris is such a gossip whore or something, he had wanted to bring proof that he indeed was and even stir more rumors. Which was fine by me. But going back to high school, any high school, I began to really realize that it's such a different world from college. I just felt so out of place, you know? Something about it, I don't know. Perhaps it was because it wasn't my high school and I felt out of place. I haven't been back to my high school yet. Perhaps one day.

After the high school trip we went to a sushi place in which we played footsies underneath the table and warranted a weird look from one of the ladies who worked at the place. It was funny. Afterwards, we went to Kid's Kastle which is like this big wooden castle structure to spend some time together or something but when we arrived there there were some kids (our age) playing Manhunt already so that was pretty lame. We went home. There's just no place for us to be together. It's so frustrating.

Sunday, I visited Chris at his work place. Then we went to the movies. We were on top of each other, etc. And about twenty minutes into the movie, this guy comes in and sits in the row in front of us. He turns around and asks us how much of the movie he missed and we told him. Minutes later, another guy comes in and sits next to the first guy. For the sake of sanity, let's label the first guy "A" and the second guy "B". Anyway, guy A was very nicely dressed and guy B, as far as I could tell, wasn't. Chris thought they were out on a date but after a while I didn't see them hold hands or anything. Although guy A was leaning a little towards guy B but nothing really happened. But every so often guy A would turn around and look at us. And Chris and I would always be in some weird position since the armrests of the seats wouldn't pull up so we were either holding each other hands or somehow we have either of our heads on the other's shoulders, etc. It was cool but so uncomfortable.

After the movie ended and we were walking down the stairs to leave and guy A was in front of us with his "date" (who looked like an ugly muscle man) stepped aside and said, "Go ahead". So we did and then at the door out of the theater, they passed us and guy A looked past at us as they walked by. Afterwards, Chris and I were like "WTF?" But we concluded that he must have been jealous because his date was so ugly. And we were so hott.

Yes, this must be the reason.

Friday is volunteering. It doesn't pay. But it's okay.

PS. Chris and I changed our Facebook status, we're official. Fuck yeah.

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