The Friend told me at the end of last year about this one movie he wanted to see. Now, while I have a memory like the holier kinds of swiss cheese, stupid details like this stick to me like glue. The movie opened this month. In fact, the movie opened last night. The only non-smooshy movie that I know opening on the smooshiest holiday of the year. I told him I thought it would be fun for us to buck the gooey holiday and go to the unromantic movie on the night it opened. On Valentine’s Day.
And so we did. We made our plans, for just the two of us. No big group for once, just me and him. He picked me up… which was his idea. We went out to eat ahead of time and totally lost track of time just chatting and enjoying each other’s company. When the check came I snatched it up as I owed him a dinner anyway. We actually had a little tussle over that, which I had not anticipated. He wanted to pick up the tab. I insisted I would. I won.
So we made our exit and got over to the movie theater. And wouldn’t you know, he was still remembering that check I’d just picked up? I still do not understand why. He picked up the bill the last time we were out alone and claimed it was because he had no cash and needed to put it on a card. “You get it next time.” he told me. So this was next time, and I picked it up. Apparently I missed the part where he didn’t mean it? Anyway, so I’m not paying attention and he’s operating the ticket machine. You all can see where this is going. He turns around with his ticket and hands me mine. He had “gotten me back” for dinner.
We had fun in the movie as we always do. He is just the right amount of silent with sarcastic commentary for me. The perfect movie watching combo for maximum enjoyment. (This is more important than one might think. But that is for another post.) As always, there was playful arm touching, leaning, and all kinds of other signals that I would read as serious signs from anyone else but just confuse me when it comes to The Friend.
After the movie we went and grabbed dessert. Cue more sitting and chatting. This time conversation turns to relationships. we talk about the things we miss about being with someone, we talk about the injustice of women hitting their sexual peak well after men have recovered from theirs (also for another post, bu suffice it to say….. ARGH!), we talked about sex. Then, as if nothing had happened, we strolled out to the car and he took me home. One chaste hug later and the evening was over.
Now I swear to you, I have not skewed what happened here. Yes, his touch makes things inside me jump. No, he has never given me any outright indication that he wants more than friends. But please please please, tell me you wouldn’t wonder if you’d lived through that same evening! He picked me up, attempted to pay for everything, engaged in casual touching, talked about relationships, dreams, and sex. Come on… tell me I’m not just really wishful and there is something to what I’m seeing.
Or tell me I’m nuts. That could be too.
