bullseye/15

so, there was indeed encountering with the boy last night. though i remained disgruntled for his irritating behavior several nights before, i believe in redemption and so gave him a call. i figured i'd give him an hour or so to redeem himself before giving up entirely.

and imagine my surprise when it turned out to be...a largely functional interaction. sure, it was a little weird at first. we hadn't seen each other in nigh on a week, and it had not been the cheeriest of partings. there was much in the way of tentative maneuverings, conversationally and otherwise.

then he suggested that we play darts.

the whole mood of the evening shifted at that point. if we didn't know what to do with each other for the first drink, it all suddenly became clear as soon as we started throwing down. conversation flowed more easily, cigarettes were shared, horrible shots giggled at (have i mentioned that i suck at darts?), jukebox strategies thoroughly discussed...it was suddenly comfortable again. i think we had a longer conversation than we'd ever had previously.

but wait, there's more! there was another turning point to be had. this is where the game got interesting, because the stake of the game was the last word in where we were going to spend the night.winner would get to choose. i was rooting for my apartment because, well, it's terribly close to my shower and i had to work today. he was rooting for his because it's two blocks away from the bar we were at. all valid reasons, across the board.

ah, but i won the game.

even so, though, we ended up at his apartment: he won me over by promising to drag his ass out of bed at 6 am and make me breakfast before i went home to get ready for work.

call me old-fashioned, but i'm easily charmed by a boy who offers to cook for me.

so, while i can't say that i currently understand this relationship quasi weirdness thing that's going on here, at least i think it's starting to find its own peculiar balance.

that doesn't mean it's going to cease to piss me off, though.