When we last left our story, I was lamenting the loss of the Slacker and contemplating doing something about it. Well, something has been done. Things still remain to be done as well, but there has been progress. We continued to hang out after class and on the afternoon of our last class, our hanger-on left after a while and we stayed at the pub and chatted for several hours. I was supposed to go to the library afterwards, but he was walking home and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to walk with him. Silly girl. Anyway, he had mentioned that some of our other classmates were getting together the next night for the pub quiz and karaoke and I would be welcome to join them. Well, I did and things went well, for the most part. We sat next to each other throughout the night and got more and more friendly the more beer he had. He was fairly touchy and luckily it was pretty loud so we had to lean in extra close to make ourselves heard. I was feeling pretty good about things. Then it was time to go home and I rehearsed the speech I had composed in my head in anticipation of our having a bit of time to ourselves for me to confess my feelings. We all started home and one by one people split off to go in their respective directions. Finally it was down to three of us. Unfortunately, the other one was a girl and they were going the same way. DANG IT! So I bid him a fond farewell and walked the rest of the way home by myself, cursing the other girl all the way.
Luckily I knew I would see him at least two more times for meetings and presentations, so all was not lost. Our next meeting came this past Thursday. I knew I needed to work it this time. I carefully chose my outfit and arranged my hair. Then I headed to class, in the rain, which ruined my carefully coiffed hair. Oh well, some guys like the wind-blown look, right? Anyway, I ended up being a little late and having to content myself with sitting by one of the girls in my class instead of him. I did give him a flirty look when I came in and I’m pretty sure he loved it. Anyway, after class a few of us headed to the pub to vent our frustrations over our course. Then two of them had to leave and so we were down to three. Things were going according to plan. The other kid is nice and I don’t mind his company, so it was okay that he was there. More importantly, I also knew that on the walk home, he would leave us fairly early. Perfect. The pub quiz proceeded and I contributed several key answers, which won me some points. As the night proceeded and the beer continued to flow freely, the Slacker got more and more friendly. His arm found its way around my shoulders a couple of times and his hand made contact with my arm, hand, and leg on several occasions. Things were looking good. We sat unnecessarily close and our faces were inches apart multiple times as we leaned in to say something in the other person’s ear, causing my stomach to do summersaults. At one point, in the context of a game called “Kiss, Marry, or Kill” he told me that it had been decided that I was the most “fanciable” girl in the course. (As a side note, I’m the clear choice as best-looking-girl-in-the-class, but it was still nice to hear.) I took that as a positive sign.
Eventually, however, the evening had to come to an end. I had geared myself up to give my speech on the way home, but then he threw me a curveball. When we got to the point at which he was to walk the other direction, and where I was going to give my speech, he kept walking with me. I said something about him leaving me to walk alone and he said he was walking me home. This was a very positive, and unanticipated, turn of events. When we got to my house, he followed me in. I KNOW! I couldn’t have planned things better if I’d written the screenplay myself. I showed him my room and the collection of commemorative china I’ve been finding at charity shops. He was more amused than most, which reinforced my belief that we are very much alike. I then led him to the kitchen/sitting area where we have a sofa and we chatted for an hour more. It was a great chat, but to be honest, that’s not exactly what I was interested in right then. I was waiting the entire time for him to make some sort of move, but nothing came. (Meanwhile, my housemates were upstairs shocked that I had brought a guy home from the pub.) Around 1:30 he decided it was time to leave. I walked him to the door and said goodbye. He said goodbye and gave me a nice long hug, which helped a little bit, but still was not what I was interested in at the time. I was thinking, “SERIOUSLY, DUDE, GROW A PAIR AND KISS ME ALREADY!” What’s a girl gotta do these days? I have one final chance on Thursday after another class meeting. I’m feeling bold and may just do it. If I do, you can rest assured the details will be shared. Check back here for the final installment of the saga. Hopefully you (and I) won’t be disappointed.
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