Hugs Rule, Part II

Nayla plans weddings. I haven’t said this to them, but if The Minor and I ever, you know, there will be a Battle Royal between her and Princess. Because I told The Princess a long time ago that she could plan my wedding. *laughs* So they were talking about Drew’s wedding. I said, “Who’s the lucky guy?” I love making gay jokes. Drew’s homophobic, or so it seems, so I like to rub it in. Steve said, “Oh, he’s just expressing his inner nature.” Or something. You know, insinuating that I’m gay. I said, “Yes, that’s it exactly.” He said, “You’re the only person I know of that would play along with that joke.” Ha ha. I learned how to play along with clearly false statements in High School. Me? Gay? Sure! How gay do you want me to be?

Oh, and The Minor said she’d like a small wedding. Suits me. I note these things, you know. Didn’t Kivudet once say to me that I can’t forget anything a girl says? Sounds like something he’d say. She also likes romantic movies, which I can’t help but find ironic given how Princess dared me to try to get into chick flicks the way I experimented with girl music. We’ll see. I generally have a low bullshit tolerance with movies? I bash most movies.

I wonder if I’m going home this weekend. I’ve had my license for over three years now. Meaning, I can FINALLY start teaching Kivudet how to drive. But hell, screw the driving lesson, it’ll be nice to see him. I want to see School of Rock, and I know Kivudet would be up for ol` Jack Black. Shallow Hal was the first movie we saw together. *nods decisively* Ha ha, that sound so gay. “Together.” But, whatever.

Kivudet’s right, my true nature is to be loud and obnoxious. Well. It’s like when I was first around them, I had to assert myself just to be noticed. Now I’m starting to relax more. But still, I keep my mouth shut a lot. Conform. Just seems like I never contribute much to conversation. Whatever, doesn’t matter.

When we got out of Thai, she went out of her way to walk next to me. *smiles* She was kinda cold. Yes, I considered offering her my coat. But, it wasn’t that cold out. Funny how thin leather can keep the heat in. Besides, she refused Drew’s coat. While we were waiting for the light to change so we could cross the street, she huddled against me. *laughs* Okay, I’m not reading into that, she was cold!

I walked her to her car. “I thought I’d be gentlemanly and stuff.” It is New Brunswick, and they haven’t caught that rapist yet. Of course, we all know my real motive was just to squeeze out some more time around her. She found her car, and it looked like she was just going to get in and jet. Not so fast. I want my hug, god damn it! Thinking fast, I went for the direct approach. Standing around looking sad probably won’t get me very far. She did say she has problems reading non-verbal communication.

Timmy: Hug me!
<The Minor walks back over to Timmy and hugs him>
The Minor: You’re a brat.

*laughs* Not sure what she means by that. I traveled back to Livingston with a smile on my face. A jump in my step. I’m happy.

I’d like to take a moment to clarify the previous entry. For those types of entries, I don’t write to be understood by everybody. But, let’s get one thing straight: I love girls. I’m not scorned. Jaded seemed like appropriate word. That’s all I’ll say, as this is pretty much a sappy entry.

*sighs happily* It doesn’t matter why I like her. There never is a reason. I simply do. The fact that she might GOTO college far away when she graduates isn’t an issue, as my longest relationship so far is pretty damn short in comparison to the time left until the end of the year. Plenty of time. I’m just bidding my time until I feel she can take some time out to do some extra-cirricular Timmy-related things. Funny, I was about to type, “Wouldn’t want her to free any obligation to me.” Amusing.

I like her. *giggles*

1: When I say “they” (Or them), from now on, just assume I’m talking of the collective of people consisting of Nayla, Steve, Drew, and Dan. On this night, Dan wasn’t there because he’s a jew. But, still. Might be them, might be other people included. Whatever. It’s simplier to say “they” than recount who’s there every damn time.