Our birthdays are both in August, the 11th and 12th so we of course decided to celebrate them together. We had no idea what Rochester had to offer since I had only been there a month so it was kind of a random chain of events. For my birthday we went to dinner at a spot called One. Then out to a club. In hindsight this club was a bad choice. I'm pretty sure there were a lot of drag 'queens' (read: peasants) in that place. But we had fun anyway. The music reminded us of undergrad which is weird because though we probably attended a lot of the same parties we never partied together. He also is pretty sexy when he Dougies (it's on my list of things I find hott that I don't see enough of; I'll share that with you one day). I don't really care how far out of style that dance goes he can do it for me any time. We drank and danced. It sounds simple, and was simple. But we enjoyed the time together. He got me pretty inebriated. I walked/stammered back to the car talking to the sparkles in the sidewalk. It's much funnier in person and hard to detail in a blog.
I'm a fairly possessive person. That can be taken in a few ways. But when I don't like a person, it's pretty consistent. So there's a person I don't really care for one way or the other; of course, she's an ex. I was looking for a phone charger in his apartment one day and found a birthday card from this woman. It was about how he'll always be her "go to, number 1, got it all guy." Mmmhmm. Whatever chick. Nah he won't. The card was signed but not dated, so I don't really know what birthday this was from. In either case, I didn't like the card. I mostly didn't like that it still existed. I'm gonna guess it was from when he was in Afghanistan because it was with some other cards from then. Anyway, I sent a picture of it to my friend. Yes. Yes I did. I'm petty. Who gon check me?? I really only did it so she can have that same "Nuh unh girl!" reaction as me. That's all we do that crap for. That little moment where somebody hypes you up. Because let's be honest. I wasn't going to do anything about this card or the person that sent it. I'm not a fighter....most of the time. I did, however, tuck that card into my bag, ripped it up when I got home and threw it in the dumpster. Eff her and her feelings.
I met this guy while in grad school. He was cool but something about him felt a little off. Not initially. So we started hanging out and Tharius didn't like it. He's a little possessive too. He tries to act like he isn't....but...dude. Yea, you are. Anyway I went to hang out with this guy and lied and said I was somewhere else. I just didn't want to deal with the drama and the who what where when why....I mean it's not that serious. Yes, I am aware of how stupid that sounds. Anyway so Tharius found out later that I'd lied and, within reason, was pretty hot about it. It turned into an argument, mostly about the lie. Which is what I was trying to avoid. Because then he thought I was cheating, but I genuinely believe in the ability of men and women to be platonic friends. You would think with all of his female friends he would too. But there's the double standard for you. The argument wasn't really like our previous arguments. There was a calm, more discussion. I guess this is when we began to mature. There are more, personal details to this story, but the point has been made.
Geez, grad school was b o r i n g for our relationship stories...I'm really trying to think of things that happened. But literally all I remember is working part time and going to class. It kinda sucked. For both of us because he'd want to talk and I'd have to study. So I called him one day, randomly. And asked him what he was doing. "Nothing," he says. Shocker...."Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?" I asked. Of course this is all kinda out the blue so he sits there. Then he's like "What??" And LAUGHS (remember that). So I had to ask again. And despite my being his girlfriend for ever a year now, I was still nervous to ask him out on a date. I guess because it was different. Of course he said yes. Imagine how the rest of this blog would go if he'd said no. HA! So that weekend I was planning to go to him. For whatever reason he came to Rochester. Kinda messed my date up but it worked out. Saturday morning I got up and started getting dressed. Told him what time he needed to be ready, and I left while he was in the shower. I walked down the street to a floral shop. His favorite flowers are carnations (it's a frat thing). They didn't have any. So I ended up getting white daisies. I took my time getting back because I wanted him to wonder where I was and I wanted him to be dressed when I got there. I knocked on the door (of my own apartment) and he opened it with confusion. Yes, this is a REAL date. He laughed (again) when I gave him flowers. Then, I took him to get a couple's massage and then to dinner. He was impressed. Either that or shocked it was a real date. We decided to do the date thing often, although we've both been slipping lately. We'll fix that when he moves in August.
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| Dinner during our date |
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