The state of things

Hello faithful readers.  I’m sorry for the infrequency of posts lately, and for the lack of any proper snogging.  Believe me when I say, I am working on it and am probably closer now than I have been at any point since I got here.  For the Tweed fans out there, a quick update.  He has gone to the U.S. for an unknown amount of time.  He is looking at continuing his studies in the States and is checking out law schools there.  Thus, we have had no contact for weeks and, as the saying goes, absence either makes the heart grow fonder or makes it forget.  In this case, absence has not been good to him.  Those who know me well know that proximity is usually a key, determining factor as to how much I like a guy.  If he’s not around much, I tend to move on to someone who is. 

Enter…Swish.  Things have begun to progress nicely with him.  This past weekend has seen a substantial increase in the amount and intensity of our flirtatious interactions.  Saturday evening there was an activity that I wasn’t too keen on attending until I found out that Swish would be there.  I flirtatiously texted him about getting a lift and he flirtatiously responded in the affirmative.  He sat next to me throughout the activity and we exchanged a bit of witty banter.  A quick side note on that; I very much enjoy flirting with people who are quick witted and can handle a fair amount of good-natured ribbing.  Swish has proven to be just that kind of person.  I thoroughly enjoy flirting with him because he’s a tease and also smart enough to both give and get witty exchanges.  He also has pretty blue eyes and dimples, which never hurt anybody.  Anyway, back to Saturday night.  After the activity, a group of us decided that a jaunt to McDonald’s was in order.  Now, I’m not a huge fan of McDonald’s, but it is cheap and fast (just like me!) so off to McDonald’s we went.  It turned out to be fertile flirting grounds that night.  Even my friend who hadn’t witnessed my interaction with Swish before this night commented on both the quality and quantity of our flirtation.  My favorite part of the evening consisted of him giving me the pickles off his hamburger.  You know, like a married couple would do.  When he dropped me off later that night, I felt reasonably sure that there was something there. 

Those feelings were reinforced the next day at Church.  He again chose to sit next to me at every chance.  I tried to ignore him just a little, but I’ve never really been good at that game and so, paid him a fair amount of attention.  We shared a hymnbook and sat closer to each other than was really necessary, which of course led to the occasional leg or arm graze.  Witty comments were made and laughs exchanged, all accompanied by flirtatious glances. At one point he even draped his arm on the back of the pew.  Then after the meeting, instead of immediately leaving as he usually does, he stayed on the bench and we flirted fairly shamelessly (in the words of my roommate) for a solid half an hour.  A fair amount of teasing ensued and I, of course, pretended to be put out so he would have to say something nice.  Standard flirtation techniques were put to good practice.  There was even some casual discussion on our attitudes concerning making out (I’m pleased to announce that we’re on the same page there) and it ended up being another typical (for me) Sunday afternoon conversation.  Meanwhile, my roommate and the people he drove to Church were waiting (mostly) patiently to go home.  Finally, the time had come to call it a day.  We parted on good terms with the hope on my part that it wasn’t all for naught.  Later that night, when I checked my facebook, he had requested my friendship.  Sometimes the littlest victories are the most rewarding.