Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

*sigh*
cake shows on my break. Wtf.

Anyhow, I promised it, and I'm taking a break from my DISGUSTING year old dishes.

Oh yes, year old dishes.

Cuz I was protesting the fact that the owner's of this house promised to get me a garbage disposal installed and my drainage fixed

and 5 years later this is where we're at.

Elbow deep in muck.

Now, sure, I wash what I use every day, every time I use it... okay almost every time I use it.

But every now and then there's that specialized equipment- that stray container,

it piles up.

Doing dishes is kinda tardsy at my house because every sinkload, I have to hand plunge, drain and refill a woefully shallow tub.

Takes for fucking ever.

 

 

 

 

 

Alright so ... this previous sunday

Sunday
SUNDAY
SUNDAY!!!

I woke up around 9, had all my clothes picked out, my DVD's selected, my-just-in-case in my pocket (because I've succumbed to temptation before), and ... took one look outside my window

5 inches of fresh powdery snow.

FUCK!

Now, granted I woke up hours hours hours in advance.
So I had time to make sure my hairs were okay, my zits were popped, and my car was scraped.

I really do think I managed to brush my teeth four times.

And I had -not- been to this girl's place yet, which if you've ever visited Topeka, you know that there are six through streets.

California
Wanamaker
sixth
21st
29th
37th

Her house was no combination of these.
It's a bit like Crazy stairs by MC Escher if you get off the path.

Hours to travel four blocks.

Not kidding.

So I accounted for snow, accounted for crazy ass residential areas, and managed to get there early.
And yes, the doomsdayers were out driving with their ass with a fresh arm of their youngest child to tide them over the long journey from starbucks to home.

Winter driving R srs.

Wandered a bit looking for her building and apt.
Grabbed my gear and displayed it proudly after getting all the snow that had built up to my knees neatly into a pile on her floor.

-1 point.

+20 for what I brought.

A little wheel of Camambere
pitt basque
water crackers
a hunk of bagette (seriously I'm that french)
and a bottle of chateun... oh fuck the spellcheck
chateneuagh de paupe.

When I bought this wine I didn't want to use the phrase "panty dropper" but I did say "the sure thing".

I mean, she's a nice, educated, christian girl, I need to respect her more than your average girl.

But I did want to make a good first impression.

Man, this stuff was like biting into a dusky fresh grape and feeling it explode in your mouth.
Fanfuckingtastic.

I managed to forget the caviar, which I joked about bringing...uh and I totally have.
It would've been awesome with the cheese.

Anywho, watched the hidden fortress after she had professed her love for star wars (Lucas directly lifted the structure and cinematagrophy of a new hope from this movie)...
since it was made 52 years ago, japanese, and BORING
we managed to get sloshed and talk about our values and hometowns.

I dropped my bombshells on her

I played my awkward but articulate card

"so... I'm trying to stay real focused on this movie, because if I don't I'll probably just stare and prattle on about how pretty you are. I'll try to stay tunnel visioned"

She laughed
and blushed.

I think that was the most fun we had during that movie.
Just sharing war stories.
Playing who's had it worse

as usual I won.

And I dropped THE clanger on her.

She was pretty okay with it. I remember telling her its not real til that needle goes in your arm for the HIV test.

I explained the criminal charges, the complete lack of evidence against me, the illegal arrest and inhuman treatment, the new scars, the trip to the emergency room. I left out the part where I bought beef jerky and something to drink because it was the first food I really had in 40 hours, and that I made the wonderful acquaintance of the man working at the only open establishment in 5 miles in -3* weather.

BP is the ritz fucking carlton compared to running from locked doorway to locked doorway with no coat or phone.

We talked about dogs.
Her dog is evil
and a chihuaha
surprise.

Lil bugger bit me so many times.
Not that it hurt, just surprising.
I'd like him to meet Clover sometime.
Clash of the 130lb muscle-dog and the 13 lb neurotic pudge-ball

She's very ... curious about smaller dogs, but usually pretty nice to em as long as they don't do that whole "I'm a little dog that is NOT aware of how little I am" thing.

Anyway next up was harold and maude, she said I remind her of Harold
I later said "except the part where I fuck an 80 year old hippy right?"

Great movie. We were cracking up through the majority of it either from context or our own lil quips, and had downed about half a bottle of wine.

I was feeling pretty mellow, she was loosening up and I mentioned how chilly it was, she promptly turned the heat up...

*facepalm*

"y'know, there's more than one solution to being cold"

Seriously- on ANY other girl this would've worked.

I'd get to cuddle, I'd be warm. I'd have gorgeous girl skin to skin.

Hooooo the guys that wrote about heaven had it all wrong.

"oh, I'm not going to cuddle with you"

I had another faux-shocked/hurt/devastated moment.

My ego did take a pretty solid blow from that though.

I quickly recovered with a joke and was reassured by the fact that she didn't promptly throw my ass out the door.

She asked if I was always so forthcoming, with a smile.

I said yes.
I'm attracted to her, I've never felt like I've ever had anything to hide. If someone asks, I'll tell them.

She said she liked that.

I could've promised her that I'd be a gentleman, that I'd keep my hands in their designated spots...
but come on, who does that?

So I didn't make any promises I couldn't keep, and turned my attention back to the movie.

After that, we watched Quills.
Heretical, sexual, unpleasant, violent Quills.

She did pretty well, cracked up, identified with the characters, exchanged some hedenist versus devout philosophy
Geoffrey Rush was awesome, how can you -not- like that movie?

It's got it all.

And an extra side of pikestaffs.

We were out of wine. I had been there 7 hours. I helped clean up a bit, made some small talk, showed off my gnarly scar.

There was this particularly thoughtful and privately mundane moment where she handed me some advil.

I'm keeping that one for my collection.

I had made it the entire wine guzzling, pretty girl talking, cheese eating night with NO tummy aches or exploding gastrointestinal flipflops.

That was probably the most relaxed I've ever been outside of my own house.

"When can I see you again?"
"This weekend"
Chihuaha in arms
instant
matter of factly, no "uh" "err" or "let me get back to you"
"I honestly thought I'd just punk out after 2 and ask you to go home, but I really had a good time"

I love honesty.

I smirked that ever decaying youthful trademark of mine.
"y'know, this is a new standard for me, I usually leave a first date with a kiss"

 

-I could end the story right there.

I really could. Frankly, I like the way I end it in my own head better. Kinda sweet but romantic.

I think you might too...

but I'm a dick

"Oh, I usually wait about four months"

And I told her I respected her restraint, that I was okay with that since I'm trying this new ... maturity thing and no longer the new-aged slut that I once was, for
obvious reasons.

I should've asked her to dinner. It was about that time anyway.
Oh well. 7 hours is plenty right?

I'll be counting those hours til I have another opportunity to make her smile.