All Night Frisbee...
I was a popular girl around 2:30pm last Friday. Survival Boy called to say "A bunch of people are getting together to watch A Pyromaniac's Love Story, and we need to know if you and the movie will be there."
Then, I'm told Derek is on another line calling! Derek has first priority. . . so I tell Survival Boy I'll call him back. Derek likes the idea and says "Let's Do It" so I called Survival Boy back to say, Yes, the movie, Derek, and I will all be there.
"So are you two dating?" asks Survival Boy... He heard (A while ago) something about Derek going out (on a few dates) with "a Yellow." (names changed for my privacy.) As he knows several Yellows, he didn't know who. But he actually saw Derek and I together at one point and made the connection. (Although, I know Derek HAS been out a few times with another Yellow.) But "no" I reply. "We go on dates - but we're not together. I like him, but oh well." "Well Derek's a good guy"
"I Know!"
So I dig a little. He heard - there was talk of me? What was said??? Nothing good or bad, just that he had been on same dates with me. But there was talk... so even if he's afraid to be seen with me in public, he's not so afraid that he hides the fact that we've been on dates. That's a step.
Survival Boy's best friend is a really cute Dental Student... whom he had encouraged to go after Derek 'cause he's a good guy. Luckily for me - she was really far too agressive and scared him off. I think I've written about this before.... so back to what happened Friday.
Shortcut to the action:
We meet up in Philly. Not Doc Boy, Survival Boy, and Derek are all there (as well as others). We walk to the park - and Not-Doc boy is doing his usual paying attention to only me. We play frisbee. I'm the only girl whe plays. I have lots of energy. Life is good.
Then, it's time we decide to go watch movie and order pizza. (Not Doc pays my portion for the pizza.) I have to walk back to my car and get the movie first, and Derek has to go put away his frisbees (The Jumbo Mother, and Lightning). Drama Queen girl has to get games out of her car, and Not Doc boy just wants to go wherever I go. So the four of us take a detour on the way to the party apartment.
Drama Queen (don't get me wrong - I don't mean to be negative, she's a great person, Drama Queen just describes how she is) is obviously noticing that both guys are paying attention to me, and neither are giving her the attention every Drama Queen needs. I'm all for Not-Doc Boy giving her attention... but the Yellow in me just loves the attention as well - so I soak it up.
Not-Doc Boy sees a couple walking and proclaims "PDA!" "What," I say, "You have a problem with it?" "No - not really" he replies.
Derek and I are flirting over the frisbee. "PDA!" announced Not Doc Boy. So I go over and give him a quick hug so he can get some PDA too - but go right back to giving Derek my attention.
At the movie - Derek sat next to me . . . but still with enough distance and inattention to me that he felt comfortable not letting anyone else think anything of our sitting next to eachother. Later, after the movie, my back was hurting. Not Doc boy helped by pounding on it for a little while. I wasn't complaining.
Then... even more frisbee. This time, it was a little colder outside - so I used some body heat. Linked arms with Derek on the right and Not Doc Boy on the left. And that's pretty much how the night went.
Derek and I decided at the same time that we needed to go home. So finally, we had some one on one time on the walk back to our cars. (Derek was a walking zombie at this point, but my energy had only just begun to wane.) But at this point - suddenly - there was no flirting, and hardly any talking. He walked near the other side of the sidewalk, and didn't even come close to a hug before he got into his car. He almost didn't even SAY goodbye. I'm going to mark it up to tiredness - only because I don't want to place any meaning where it may not belong. (No really, I'm not in denial.)
Then, I'm told Derek is on another line calling! Derek has first priority. . . so I tell Survival Boy I'll call him back. Derek likes the idea and says "Let's Do It" so I called Survival Boy back to say, Yes, the movie, Derek, and I will all be there.
"So are you two dating?" asks Survival Boy... He heard (A while ago) something about Derek going out (on a few dates) with "a Yellow." (names changed for my privacy.) As he knows several Yellows, he didn't know who. But he actually saw Derek and I together at one point and made the connection. (Although, I know Derek HAS been out a few times with another Yellow.) But "no" I reply. "We go on dates - but we're not together. I like him, but oh well." "Well Derek's a good guy"
"I Know!"
So I dig a little. He heard - there was talk of me? What was said??? Nothing good or bad, just that he had been on same dates with me. But there was talk... so even if he's afraid to be seen with me in public, he's not so afraid that he hides the fact that we've been on dates. That's a step.
Survival Boy's best friend is a really cute Dental Student... whom he had encouraged to go after Derek 'cause he's a good guy. Luckily for me - she was really far too agressive and scared him off. I think I've written about this before.... so back to what happened Friday.
Shortcut to the action:
We meet up in Philly. Not Doc Boy, Survival Boy, and Derek are all there (as well as others). We walk to the park - and Not-Doc boy is doing his usual paying attention to only me. We play frisbee. I'm the only girl whe plays. I have lots of energy. Life is good.
Then, it's time we decide to go watch movie and order pizza. (Not Doc pays my portion for the pizza.) I have to walk back to my car and get the movie first, and Derek has to go put away his frisbees (The Jumbo Mother, and Lightning). Drama Queen girl has to get games out of her car, and Not Doc boy just wants to go wherever I go. So the four of us take a detour on the way to the party apartment.
Drama Queen (don't get me wrong - I don't mean to be negative, she's a great person, Drama Queen just describes how she is) is obviously noticing that both guys are paying attention to me, and neither are giving her the attention every Drama Queen needs. I'm all for Not-Doc Boy giving her attention... but the Yellow in me just loves the attention as well - so I soak it up.
Not-Doc Boy sees a couple walking and proclaims "PDA!" "What," I say, "You have a problem with it?" "No - not really" he replies.
Derek and I are flirting over the frisbee. "PDA!" announced Not Doc Boy. So I go over and give him a quick hug so he can get some PDA too - but go right back to giving Derek my attention.
At the movie - Derek sat next to me . . . but still with enough distance and inattention to me that he felt comfortable not letting anyone else think anything of our sitting next to eachother. Later, after the movie, my back was hurting. Not Doc boy helped by pounding on it for a little while. I wasn't complaining.
Then... even more frisbee. This time, it was a little colder outside - so I used some body heat. Linked arms with Derek on the right and Not Doc Boy on the left. And that's pretty much how the night went.
Derek and I decided at the same time that we needed to go home. So finally, we had some one on one time on the walk back to our cars. (Derek was a walking zombie at this point, but my energy had only just begun to wane.) But at this point - suddenly - there was no flirting, and hardly any talking. He walked near the other side of the sidewalk, and didn't even come close to a hug before he got into his car. He almost didn't even SAY goodbye. I'm going to mark it up to tiredness - only because I don't want to place any meaning where it may not belong. (No really, I'm not in denial.)
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