So, I went out with the guy in my class. It was supposed to be strictly coffee, but then it turned into talking over actual food. I'm really skittish about hanging out with guys over food. It tends to turn things into more formal, awkward, sticky kinds of affairs. But this was an exception.
The key is comfort. When you're laughing and just talking about nice, neutral, funny things, you feel comfortable, and that's why my apprehension dramatically lowered. He's pretty cool and very interesting. Still not like, desperately attracted to him, but I wouldn't mind hanging out again.
Now it's 12 a.m. and I still haven't packed for my trip to Mt. Rushmore tomorrow! I'm excited about it, no, not really to see a bunch of old dead white men's--oops, I mean, our country's memorialized presidents' faces carved into stone, but to spend time with my road dawg whom I rarely get to see. And, okay, it's a national monument. It is something to be excited about. I mean, seriously, I've been all over Europe, but haven't even seen the important things in my own country.
And maybe I'll get some of the reading done for my blasted Spanish class during my layovers. Hey, miracles still happen! I'll be sure to post pics upon my return.
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Who are you going to Rushmore with? Are you driving or flying? How long are you going for? How many more questions can I ask before I become totally annoying?
Have fun!
Mt.Rushmore sounds fun. And the way that you described it was great. Much better than my history teachers. I may have to instruct them on the ways of "a bunch of old dead white men's--oops, I mean, our country's memorialized presidents' faces carved into stone". LOL
Hey, have a great time, Chantell! I look forward to seeing the pics of the "old dead white men" *grin* and I'm glad to hear about how well the "dinner dare-we-call-it-a-date" went. Just relax and enjoy. I know, I know...that's easier said than done.
and now for the shallow question - how was your date?
Er, I wouldn't call it exactly a date . . . it was just what those of our generation call "hanging out."
"Date" implies an intentionality that I'm intentionally shieing away from in this case. :-)
But I had a good time. I laughed a lot. And since then, he hasn't blown up my phone, which is also good. I've only gotten a couple of tasteful texts.
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