Return from Rejection City
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alliancesjr(Or, Why Cliffhangers? A Study)1
I asked Trekkiegirl out, and she said no. She went on to say that she thought I was pretty awesome, though - clearly having hit her head at some point that weekend - and she was very flattered and impressed that I came right out and asked. She didn't date, she said; she hadn't found anyone she was interested in and was just enjoying being off the market for a bit.
I was disappointed, of course, but I smiled as she asked if I wouldn't mind just hanging out as friends. She was an awesome person and shared a lot of my interests, after all. We had exchanged numbers earlier, and we made plans to hang out later that week. A bunch of her friends were going out to dinner for Mardi Gras, after all, and Tessa and I were invited along.
I left Valentine's Day Dinner dejected, but Tessa told me that everyone else saw that Trekkiegirl and I had a chemistry. We clicked. We were, according to them, "really cute together", even though we weren't together. This cheered me up, and then Tessa played an ace.
She reminded me about the story of how my parents met, and how my dad browbeat my mom to a first date, where she discovered that she really had a great time with him2.
I was determined to give it another shot. Not right away, of course; that would be insane. I'd look pushy and disrespectful of her wishes. No, what I'd do was hang out with her, become friends, and ask again sometime down the line once she had gotten to know me. No expectations, either; she is a lot of fun to be around and I wouldn't mind just being her friend3. Basically, it boiled down to either she agrees to go on a date, or I've got a new awesome friend. No downside, right?
That was settled, then. I'd consider her a friend for now, and worry about trying again later.
Mardi Gras came about and a bunch of us went out for dinner. Stories were shared, good times were had, and there were smiles and laughter all around. Trekkiegirl and I made plans to hang out that next Saturday and watch this Russian action movie I had never heard of.
The movie was pretty great, and we then spent the entire rest of the afternoon and evening talking, watching movies and episodes of Flight of the Conchords, going through her vinyl record collection, and just talking about pretty much anything and everything. It was partway through Hedwig and the Angry Inch and discussing various portions of it (and getting frustrated at it skipping and stopping so we turned it off and just kept talking) that I noticed she had a look on her face, as if she wanted to say something. I asked her about it, of course.
Apparently, ladies and gentlemen, she had been thinking about me asking her out the week previously, and she asked me if the offer was still valid.
I was overjoyed. We discussed going on a date, setting up a couple different ones at once. I made reservations at a seafood restaurant (since she is Catholic, it was to be Friday, and hello Lent), and we went to see The Crazies (her choice but it was pretty good), and then went back to her apartment to watch some classic Saturday Night Live.
Over the course of the next week, we ended up seeing each other almost every day. A brief rundown is as follows:
This brings us to today, where I finally finished this post. I started this before all of the events in the above bullet list, but then they happened and I haven't had the time to finish this post.
So these are the current events. Trekkiegirl is awesome.
That was it, really.
I asked Trekkiegirl out, and she said no. She went on to say that she thought I was pretty awesome, though - clearly having hit her head at some point that weekend - and she was very flattered and impressed that I came right out and asked. She didn't date, she said; she hadn't found anyone she was interested in and was just enjoying being off the market for a bit.
I was disappointed, of course, but I smiled as she asked if I wouldn't mind just hanging out as friends. She was an awesome person and shared a lot of my interests, after all. We had exchanged numbers earlier, and we made plans to hang out later that week. A bunch of her friends were going out to dinner for Mardi Gras, after all, and Tessa and I were invited along.
I left Valentine's Day Dinner dejected, but Tessa told me that everyone else saw that Trekkiegirl and I had a chemistry. We clicked. We were, according to them, "really cute together", even though we weren't together. This cheered me up, and then Tessa played an ace.
She reminded me about the story of how my parents met, and how my dad browbeat my mom to a first date, where she discovered that she really had a great time with him2.
I was determined to give it another shot. Not right away, of course; that would be insane. I'd look pushy and disrespectful of her wishes. No, what I'd do was hang out with her, become friends, and ask again sometime down the line once she had gotten to know me. No expectations, either; she is a lot of fun to be around and I wouldn't mind just being her friend3. Basically, it boiled down to either she agrees to go on a date, or I've got a new awesome friend. No downside, right?
That was settled, then. I'd consider her a friend for now, and worry about trying again later.
Mardi Gras came about and a bunch of us went out for dinner. Stories were shared, good times were had, and there were smiles and laughter all around. Trekkiegirl and I made plans to hang out that next Saturday and watch this Russian action movie I had never heard of.
The movie was pretty great, and we then spent the entire rest of the afternoon and evening talking, watching movies and episodes of Flight of the Conchords, going through her vinyl record collection, and just talking about pretty much anything and everything. It was partway through Hedwig and the Angry Inch and discussing various portions of it (and getting frustrated at it skipping and stopping so we turned it off and just kept talking) that I noticed she had a look on her face, as if she wanted to say something. I asked her about it, of course.
Apparently, ladies and gentlemen, she had been thinking about me asking her out the week previously, and she asked me if the offer was still valid.
I was overjoyed. We discussed going on a date, setting up a couple different ones at once. I made reservations at a seafood restaurant (since she is Catholic, it was to be Friday, and hello Lent), and we went to see The Crazies (her choice but it was pretty good), and then went back to her apartment to watch some classic Saturday Night Live.
Over the course of the next week, we ended up seeing each other almost every day. A brief rundown is as follows:
- Hanging out at the mall with my roommate, checking out thrift stores and eating chocolate and watching A Shot In The Dark.
- Watching her try on glasses for an hour.5
- Making plans to build couch forts with her friends and watch Dr. Who (although we didn't get around to the couch fort).
- More Flight of the Conchords.
- Alice in Wonderland, with both of us commenting that Mia Wasikowska with her hair like that looks spookily like Tessa.
- Going furniture shopping with her roommate at IKEA because I have a van.
This brings us to today, where I finally finished this post. I started this before all of the events in the above bullet list, but then they happened and I haven't had the time to finish this post.
So these are the current events. Trekkiegirl is awesome.
That was it, really.
- It was already feeling long-winded, and I started writing this before things happened, and then things happened, and I knew it was going to get even longer so I figured it could Split Robin's Arrow In Twain.
- Today, that's called stalking. In the late 70s, however, it was a perfectly reasonable tactic, and even considered quite romantic. This goes to show that the 1970s was an awesome decade despite the presence of bellbottom pants.
- Don't worry, this isn't a "Nice Guy" situation. I've always been able to be platonic friends with girls, even ones that I've asked out on dates - even ones that I have dated and it didn't work out4
- On a totally and completely unrelated note: Hi, Melissa!
- TESSA: "So this is basically your best day ever."
ME: "YES."
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Date: 2010-03-07 04:02 pm (UTC)Also, now that you've seen Night Watch, you need to see Day Watch.
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Date: 2010-03-07 05:42 pm (UTC)God, that must be like the geek version of a lap dance.
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Date: 2010-03-08 01:24 pm (UTC)I'm afraid you're mistaken, my friend. The social and romantic awesomeness that was the 1970's was made possible by the proliferation of bellbottom pants. Granted, there were other forces at work, but the pants were a necessary component.
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Date: 2010-03-20 08:05 pm (UTC)P.S. I had no idea a girl trying on glasses was such an exciting thing for...anyone. NEW THINGS WE LEARN EVERY DAY.