In which a strange month rebounds.
Mar. 2nd, 2010 07:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alliancesjrDebbie and I, early on in the month, decided that we'd go out on a platonic date. She and I have known each other for nearly six years now, and we know that we'd only work as friends1. But she and I were hanging out one day, and we both were kind of in a slump, so I told her to get dolled up and we were going on a date. No expectation, no anxiety of a real date, just two friends all dressed up and going out on the town.2
We were joined after dinner by a few of her friends; friends that she had wanted me to meet at New Year's but that were unable to make it. We were on our way to the second restaurant3, and Debbie was telling me about both the girls in general, and one of girls with more detail. They were geeky, she was saying. Big Joss Whedon fans, big on science fiction and fantasy and awesome stuff like that. And the one girl, very awesome and that I'd probably end up hanging out with all of them.
Without question, I was intrigued.
We arrived at the restaurant, and there she was. I tried to play it cool, said hi to everyone, and was cracking a few jokes and breaking out some of my mixed company puns as we were sitting at the table.
Ladies and gentlemen, I was trying to keep my eyes off her and failing spectacularly, to the effect that all the other girls at the table noticed. Especially when she tried on Debbie's glasses4. I was talking with her, joking with her - she knew what I meant when I told her that I David Caruso'd Tessa in the car the day previously - and everything she said just made me like her all the more.
Over the course of the next week, I was bugging Debbie about her. Asking for advice, when I could ask for her number, when I'd see her again. My opportunity, she eventually told me, was to come the next week, on Valentine's Day. Two of the girls were going to take each other out, as a singles' friends kind of date, and Debbie invited herself along, and told me I should come too. I met the girls again at the tail end of their knitting group and talked. She was there, and we just...clicked. Made plans to do a couple book swaps; she's huge into science fiction and fantasy, with a side-interest in playing with gender roles and sexuality in society. Hearing this absolutely floored me, of course. Those of you who have known me for more than a couple years will know precisely why5. She's also a huge Trekkie - unashamedly so - which is awesome. I'm a second generation Trekkie myself, as I've said elsewhere6.
After spending a couple hours talking, we parted ways to get ready for dinner that night. Five of us dressing up to go to a Valentine's Day dinner was a blast. We talked, had a lot of fun, and I was getting looks from the other girls at the table. Specifically, a "We're going to arrange a mass exodus to the bathroom so you and Trekkiegirl can be alone" look. Eventually, the girls arranged a mass exodus to the bathroom so me and Trekkiegirl could be alone.
I asked her out. Point-blank. No bullshit, no dancing around the subject, just full-on.
She said no.
This story, however? It isn't over.
We were joined after dinner by a few of her friends; friends that she had wanted me to meet at New Year's but that were unable to make it. We were on our way to the second restaurant3, and Debbie was telling me about both the girls in general, and one of girls with more detail. They were geeky, she was saying. Big Joss Whedon fans, big on science fiction and fantasy and awesome stuff like that. And the one girl, very awesome and that I'd probably end up hanging out with all of them.
Without question, I was intrigued.
We arrived at the restaurant, and there she was. I tried to play it cool, said hi to everyone, and was cracking a few jokes and breaking out some of my mixed company puns as we were sitting at the table.
Ladies and gentlemen, I was trying to keep my eyes off her and failing spectacularly, to the effect that all the other girls at the table noticed. Especially when she tried on Debbie's glasses4. I was talking with her, joking with her - she knew what I meant when I told her that I David Caruso'd Tessa in the car the day previously - and everything she said just made me like her all the more.
Over the course of the next week, I was bugging Debbie about her. Asking for advice, when I could ask for her number, when I'd see her again. My opportunity, she eventually told me, was to come the next week, on Valentine's Day. Two of the girls were going to take each other out, as a singles' friends kind of date, and Debbie invited herself along, and told me I should come too. I met the girls again at the tail end of their knitting group and talked. She was there, and we just...clicked. Made plans to do a couple book swaps; she's huge into science fiction and fantasy, with a side-interest in playing with gender roles and sexuality in society. Hearing this absolutely floored me, of course. Those of you who have known me for more than a couple years will know precisely why5. She's also a huge Trekkie - unashamedly so - which is awesome. I'm a second generation Trekkie myself, as I've said elsewhere6.
After spending a couple hours talking, we parted ways to get ready for dinner that night. Five of us dressing up to go to a Valentine's Day dinner was a blast. We talked, had a lot of fun, and I was getting looks from the other girls at the table. Specifically, a "We're going to arrange a mass exodus to the bathroom so you and Trekkiegirl can be alone" look. Eventually, the girls arranged a mass exodus to the bathroom so me and Trekkiegirl could be alone.
I asked her out. Point-blank. No bullshit, no dancing around the subject, just full-on.
She said no.
This story, however? It isn't over.
- If we ever tried to go out, we'd kill each other. Besides, there's no interest either direction.
- Except without the Gene Kelly interlude that tells us, through awesome yet superfluous dance, exactly what we had already been through not ten minutes before. Also without Frank Sinatra.
- For dessert, mind you.
- Those who know me will recognize this, but for the rest of you: I have a thing for girls in glasses. It is what it is.
- Long story short: Jusenkyo fascinates me.
- Speaking of the show, SHE HAS HEARD OF IT. She's a reader of Cleolinda, and when I asked if she remembers the podcast that gets linked every once in a while, she said yes though she hasn't listened to it at all. I got to use my podcast to impress a girl you guys.
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Date: 2010-03-03 08:43 pm (UTC)