Who's That Casting Devious Stares In My Direction...

 

Mama, this surely is a dream.

Yeah Mama this must be my dream.

Currently, it is 4:31am and I can't sleep worth shit. What did I do today?


Well, I woke up, got ready, and visited Spencer. He said I could come over -- he was home alone. He says to just come downstairs into the basement; he's finishing his shower.


I hear a door open as I sit on a faded blue chair. Observing the room around me, I see a large TV, an immense DVD collection, Golf magazines, an empty Sprite Zero can, golf clubs, four copies of Harry Potter and the Death;y Hallows, old clocks, an inflatable bed, and a gargantuan wooden xylophone. 


He walks out doing the man thing. You know, when a guy shows interest in you. They really like to be shirtless for a brief moments so we giggly girls get just a glimpse of their smooth bods. Ya know, he walks out of the shower in a button up, buttons undone. Just enough for anyone to see but not be fully exposed. He cracks a joke about me not knowing where the basement door was and then walks into his room to finish getting ready.


Ooh, we're all alone in his basement. One might question what we could possibly be doing. It's pretty risque actually, I don't know if anyone can handle it... we watched The Cosby Show and the end of Ben 10. Yes -- Ben 10. On Cartoon fucking Network. 


He flips the channels and we come upon black people in crazy suits. It's a crazy Sister Sister episode on ABC Family. But, you can only have so much of black people.


We return to CN to find something amazing -- Teen Titans. That's how we spend the rest of our time together before he goes to Physical Therapy. We watch Teen Titans. It might be love.


He also tries to find his copy of The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers movie, because I missed the first 20 minutes of it. He can't find it. We also tried watching Ghost in the Shell, but his DVD player wouldn't work.


We leave. Nothing special. He goes to PT and I go to Sonic for happy hour awesomeness. I text him saying that we should watch it tomorrow, but nothing in response. 


I go to work. Nothing spectacular/interesting happens so I'm not going to document it.


Except Wagyu burgers from work. They're made with Kobe beef and they're amazing. I have leftover Wing Stop in the fridge too. Lunch, sweet.


Still no word from Spencer. Bob and I have an intense discussion about my irresponsibility with money and that sucks up an hour and half of time I was going to spend with Alec and Rachel. It's 9:20 and he says I can stay out until 10. Whatever, there's no point now.


I go online and guess who's on? Spencah. I talk to him, asking what's up. I've been so confused lately, how one minute he wants to be with me and the next he doesn't. I feel really blown off because he said we would hang out tomorrow and now he's made plans with other people. I can't blame him though, he's hanging out with people who will be leaving in the second wave of college kids.


He basically says that he likes me a lot, but he doesn't want a relationship so we should just be awesome friends. He asks what I want though. And I basically explain to him that what he had with Rachel was bad and doesn't normally happen. He thinks that relationships are useless because they always end badly. I tell him that it doesn't always have to be that way though -- Kyle hurt me but we are still amazing friends. And I told Spencer that if he does really like me so much, then don't shut me down and throw me out before he even gives it a chance.


Then I realized something, and he confessed it too -- he doesn't know about the concept of dating. Apparently, in his mind, you're together or you're not. I sell him the idea of just dating, without any official title. He and Rachel didn't date, which was their downfall (well, one of them). I told him dating is essentially "try it before you buy it." It's spending time with someone to see if they are compatible before they're together, if the mutual interest can grow and two parties can connect.


It took a lot of convincing to get him to realize that there is a whole lot more to the dating world. I never thought I would be the one to have to teach anyone that. I told him not to throw me away, since he does like me. I told him to give me a chance, so we just date and see what happens there. If it gets stronger and more serious, then we'll know we're good together. If not, well, too bad, at least we tried and now we can just be friends. It's really not that hard.


Conclusion? I should be the next Billy Mays. He said that we can try it, but to just give him a day to think it over. Honestly? I don't want a relationship right now either, but I like him so much that I want to be with him. I guess it's a little complicated. He even asked if he could kiss me, but that doesn't mean we're in a relationship. I laughed. Of course, silly, that's part of dating and seeing if you're compatible and can connect. 


I think he understands now and is much more willing. 

On a sad side though, I met his siblings. Turns out, they don't like me. They heard about the hot tub night and must think I'm some no-good whore or something. But Spencer knows me and isn't really paying attention to their opinions. Because they don't know me at all. I'll show them!


Dating is all about seeing if you can connect and taking baby steps. If it works, then you can be together and be happy. If it doesn't, well, you tried.


We talked about sex too. I told him that if he doesn't hang out with me that I'll buy a whip from Castle and beat him. And he wouldn't like it. He said he would. Hah, but I wouldn't be trying to turn him on, I'd be angry. He said it would still turn him on. We're exciting I guess. We're both a little bit excited by S&M stuff. Whips, handcuffs, Japanese bondage, the works. We're honest with each other. And he's a virgin too, so he's not just trying to get into my pants (even though he wouldn't mind being there).


He told me about his dream that I was in. Kinda. He just said it was a dirty dream and I wouldn't want to know anymore about it. He's a boy. I don't blame him, I didn't get mad or freaked out. He's just a boy and I consoled him, telling him that it was okay. He said we had a lot of sex. Oh well. But the strange thing is, he remembered it. Apparently, he never remembers his dreams. Maybe I'm important and his subconscious is trying to speak to him.


He said we should try the Japanese bondage sometime, that is, if our dating endeavors are successful. I told him about my Unbreakable Vow. He's fine with it. Otherwise, that's called rape.


So, I think this is going to work. We're going to give it a shot. Hopefully. If he knows what's the best choice. If he just passes me up, he'll be making a mistake. It never hurts to try.


Speaking of try, I wouldn't mind trying some disco lemonade.


It's 5:11am. Bob's awake and making coffee -- before I even get to sleep.


Hey world -- Meat Popsicle.