I liked the way my hand fit on your head.

Status Report

Wearing: My first Metallica shirt

Feeling: Hairbrush.

WinAmp is playing: <silence>

Last ate: Two chicken patties and broccoli. Thanks, mom.

Entry Start Time: 12:04 AM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

Suddenly, life is interesting again. Well, suddenly on the grade scale. I’ve known Hairbrush for a mere two months and a half months or so, and we’ve been talking on IM for maybe a month and a half. Not much, in my opinion. I did not expect to have met her. Do we ever think, “I’m going to meet somebody and have a great time on this date.” Funny how girls are the only thing that make my life interesting. At least, to me.

In some regards, last weekend went far better than I could ever have hoped. We were intimate. We have intimacy. We have the kind of communication couples wish they had. There is no, “Well, maybe we’ll click.” We did click, at least on some level. We connected. We both woke up this morning, longing to be in each other’s arms. When I went to bed, I still felt her presense. As if she was still kissing me. Still fondling my hands. Still has her warm body against mine. We were comfortable with each other. That was the word of the weekend. We could just lick each other’s face all over, and then giggle about it. She snorts when she laughs, which I think is incredibly cute. She better not kill me for sharing that. Oh. And I’m the one who had a booger up my nose the first night we made out. She told me the next morning, and pointed out how she kissed my nose.

But on another level, Hairbrush and I were incredibly short on time. It’s as if once we put our clothes back on, we were different people. I felt comfortable in public, but apparently, she didn’t. That perturbs me. See, I tend to draw attention to myself. It’s the hat. And everything else. I don’t know. We didn’t have enough time to get used to how we normally are. She thought conversation was dry. I don’t know. I don’t mind silence. When you go out with your friends, do you always talk about earth-shattering things? I think not.

We just didn’t have enough time. It took until the third day for Skunkie to get comfortable with me, and I believe I didn’t kiss her until the fifth day. Hairbrush and I ate dinner at Denny’s with her friend and boyfriend, you know, to make sure I’m not a serial masturbator. At least, I ate. She was too nervous to eat. I held her hand under the table. I have a picture, but it would take too long to scan it, put it on a floppy, bring the floppy over hear, put it on this computer, and ftp it to my webspace. I gotta get dialup on Lisa, this is so inconvenient.

I tangented. Oops.

After eating, we went to the motel, where I had already set up shop. I remember when I first walked in the room. It was a feeling of accomplishment. Independence. I drove five hours to a place I had never been before to meet a girl I’ve never met in person before. I paid for the room in cash. Lotta money. (Well, Hairbrush paid for half.)

We had both neglected to bring board games, our way to trying to be ‘good’. So. We had brought yearbooks and pictures. I remember I was up to my Junior Yearbook when she closed it and put it aside. *smiles* She wanted her first kiss. She got it, and many many more. It really comes naturally, I think. You just do things, and have your partner reciprocate. Or vice versa. Or just lick their entire face, whatever. *laughs*

Hairbrush became unsure of whether we would work or not. It was just a moment, everything hitting her at once. At one point, she wanted to go home. I wanted her to stay, badly, but I had to be sensitive to how she was feeling. So, I told her that if she wanted to go, she could. Okay, I’ll admit it, we went a little too far with each other. We did what we were comfortable with. We recognized we had gone too far, and talked it out. Thankfully, she stayed Saturday night and… we watched Terminator 2? THE TERMINATOR. Come on, you know the ARNOLD voice. Yeah, somewhere in there I said, “I THINK YOU NEED A SPOINKING.”

I loved it when she was on top of me, and growled at me. It was so cute. *meows* …I guess I can truthfully say that we made barnyard noises. *laughs*

We talked about BIGGAYDAN in bed. OMGBIGGAYDAN! I think it started when… Well. Two things. One, the door to the shower was golden. Two… We had showered before. (Separately.) I informed her that I peed in the shower. (I showered before her.) She was naturally disgusted. She realized we had reached the Golden Shower Stage. We agreed that we have reached stages that BIGGAYDAN and his INSANELYHOTGIRLFRIEND only wish they could reach. *laughs*

Hairbrush and I still have a lot to talk out. We don’t know when we’re seeing each other again. We don’t know how we can… know each other better? She DOES know a lot of random crap about me. Still. We have a long way to go before becoming best friends. I want to be her best friend. I want her to know everything about me. I want to know everything about her. I want to be there, as she makes this transition into college and the rest of her life. I want to help her as she deals with moving, not only into college, but out of her current home. I want to be there. I don’t know what I’ll do or what I’ll say, but I want to be there. I want to tell her about all the mundane details of my daily life. I already do that. She’s already proved to me that my instincts about her were right. We communicate, we trust, we’re loyal to each other, we’re affectionate, yadda yadda yadda down the line. She fills every so-called requirement I could think of in a girlfriend, including the frivolous one about having a healthy sex drive and love of masturbation.

I so have the potential to be a great lover. :: emits Aura ::