I made a boy dinner tonight.
Sorry, let me repeat myself.
I made a boy dinner tonight.
Me. I did.
He was all I've-been-at-school-for-twelve-hours-straight-will-you-come-pick-me-up and then, I was like you're-kidding-me-are-you-hungry? Starved. Well-how-about-I-cook-chicken-pillows-because-that's-the-only-thing-I-know-how-to-cook and then, out of the blue, there was a well-then-I'd-better-get-used-to-them-sooner-or-later from him and I wondered what exactly that meant.
And then, there were the crescent rolls, shredded chicken, gravy, and mashed potatoes at eleven o'clock at night.
After that, he stood over my kitchen sink, lips pursed together, exposing my favorite two genetic masterpieces just above his jawline on either side, with a five o'clock shadow and a concentrated brow. Scrubbing my new mint green dishes with his sleeves rolled up.
And then, there was me, sitting on a bar stool at the opposite side of the counter. Head resting on my open palm with wide eyes watching like, my-heart-hurts-so-stop-doing-the-dishes-before-I-make-a-mistake-and-tell-you-that-when-I-picture-my-life-a-few-years-from-now-it-looks-similar-to-us-in-the-kitchen-like-the-way-we-are-now.
But I resist and we sit down in the living room where there is still no couch and I run into my bedroom for lotion and when I come out, I've done that thing where I've pumped too much of it into my hands and I am a creamy mess. And so, he reaches out his right hand to catch the excess and I take it in both of mine and our fingers glide together like they were made to do so. (This happens another time with his left hand and after that, we both smell like Eucalyptus Spearmint).
And the night ends casually without the bother of doorstep etiquette or lingering pauses because I've been hurt too many times to mess with that witchcraft again.
I wrap my arms around his neck and tell him he smells like me. He smiles and says he'll see me tomorrow.
Oh, how I wish he'll bother me soon.
P.S. THIS SONG.
girl!!! like, we seriously need to be friends. i understand this to the MAX! i may or may not be dating a guy. i may or may not like him, or whatever you call it these days. and i may or may not have that "my-heart-hurts-so-stop-doing-the-dishes-before-I-make-a-mistake-and-tell-you-that-when-I-picture-my-life-a-few-years-from-now-it-looks-similar-to-us-in-the-kitchen-like-the-way-we-are-now" reaction like ever single day of my life, only while he is cooking dinner, and i am editing pictures on his computer. boys need to go. they seriously need to go, and stop messing with my brain and things.
ReplyDeleteI agree, wholeheartedly! Oh, I love blogging and the people it brings together. Seriously, it's the best to hear these stories from other people!
DeleteRight?! Sometimes I feel like I am closer to my "blogging" friends than I am to my actual friends. Ridiculous, but I write about things on my blog that I usually don't bring up in day-to-day conversation. I would like to think I'm not the only one who does this. That's why it's nice. You connect on such a deeper level with blogging friends. Wow, that was extremely... I don't know. Gah! I'm just going to read your blog forever, okay? Alright, perfect. That's basically what I meant to say, but instead I rambled. Whatevs. Life
Delete"well-then-I'd-better-get-used-to-them-sooner-or-later"
ReplyDeleteThat gave me chills! And the 5 o'clock shadow and the lotion. I hope he bothers you soon, too.
Question, do you ever worry about these boys reading these things?
Funny story, that actually happened to me once... if you go back in my archives to the summer of 2012 the boy I wrote about for a good three months found this little blog because I had linked my instagram profile to it. We had kind of a weird relationship because it was awkward but last Christmas, he found it and started reading. And then he told me about it and I was absolutely mortified. My diary had basically been ripped open and read to the one person I didn't want it to be read to. But it turned out better than I would have ever thought it could've because it weirdly mended the pieces of our friendship that I wouldn't seem to mend before, and we started talking a lot more than we had been and we're the best of friends now. Like, as in, I just saw him yesterday and he helped me with my math homework. I'm not sure if he's still reading, but if he is, HEY LUKE!! Although, needless to say, I'm a lot more careful about where I broadcast this blog... it doesn't happen very often.
DeleteOHMYGOSH. like, write down my address and mail me updates or something, because i can't handle not knowing what happens with this evolving story. or i don't know... get engaged in the next 19 days, that works too. also, write a book and become famous because your writing skills are unreal.
ReplyDeleteand now i'm back because i just read meg's comment and i want to add my name to her question... i've had that issue once before - liked a boy, eventually told him i had a blog, then i had to stop writing all my honest thoughts because he was reading them. and then things went south and he kept reading it and it was awkward because he would apologize to me 2 seconds after i posted something.
ReplyDeleteTHAT IS NUTS! And the worst! I just barely published a response to Meg's question, probably while you were writing your comment. Also, seriously, thank you so much for how sweet you are. So incredibly generous with your kind words. I mean, I'm glad you're going on a mission because that's a SERIOUSLY rad thing to do, but I wish you were sticking around longer so that we could be actual friends. Maybe we'll just have to be pen pals! I like that idea!
DeleteThis is from 10 things i hate about you right??
ReplyDeleteAnyway... You've made me want to make chicken pillows. Also, parade is 10 AM on saturday and we have primo spots if you want to join! bring dimples or else...
I would also like more detailed updates about this because I'm nosy, and can we please collaborate blogs soon?
ReplyDeleteI'd better get used to them sooner or LATER?!?! Sorry that this was the most sexy sentence I can imagine. Man. Nothing sexier than commitment after a few years of dating massive jerkbags. This guy sounds perfect. I cannot cannot cannot wait to hear more.
ReplyDeleteAlso. putting on and sharing lotion has never sounded sexier in the history of the WORLD. Your writing is so natural. I love reading it. I am so happy I found your blog because really, it is perfect.
Also again. This sentence:"After that, he stood over my kitchen sink, lips pursed together, exposing my favorite two genetic masterpieces just above his jawline on either side, with a five o'clock shadow and a concentrated brow"
You're perfect and he's perfect.
Em
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