Posts Tagged ‘Bus Stop Guy’
Not a Lunch Date
Back from my lunch with The Chemist. I don’t know what I expected. I don’t know if I expected anything at all. That’s good, right? That I have no expectations to get shot down?
We grabbed lunch and went and sat on the grass on campus, watching a swingdance class and people passing by. A couple feet to our left a trio of guys sunbathed without their shirts on. A couple of feet in front of us a pair of (lesbian?) girls giggled and put their arms around each other teasingly, then lovingly. A couple feet to our right a couple lounged in the grass; the girl lying down, the guy sitting up and watching people like we were. When The Chemist lay down I looked over at the other guy and we shared a companionable smile.
Sometimes I meet a guy I can just talk with. Don’t have to force conversations with. Have to hold ourselves back from talking all over each other with. Bus Stop Guy. Rosemary’s friend who (giggle!) thought I was very funny. The guy who works at the Peets we frequent. Laundry Room Guy. No. 1*. But The Chemist? No. Just, no. I don’t know if it’s the I-sucked-your-cock tension, my own misgivings about him, or the fact that we just plain don’t fit.
God Can Go To Hell
During the process of transfers, I ran into this post on religion I wrote back in October of last year.
In a way, I think it made me sound as if I don’t believe in a god just for the sake of not believing in one, because I think it makes me a stronger person. Just want to clear that up: such isn’t the case.
