I got of the train a stop early so I could swing by the good pizza place on my way home. I was so hungry it hurt.
The date was fine. We’d planned brunch for Sunday, but when I mentioned wanting to see Coraline, he said we could go then, Saturday night. Which was cool because I wanted to see it so much, but you should never go to the movies for a first date.
Before the date, I was trying to explain to Hugo why I didn’t have high hopes.
“He’s too interested. And he’s doing things like telling me I’m pretty.”
It sounds crazy, and I realize I might be a bad person.
He’s an economist. And he was wearing a (completely non-ironic) cardigan. And he’s nice.
On my way home with my pizza, I sort of hope that he won’t call.
But by 10:30 on Sunday morning he’s asking if I want to have brunch anyway.
“You had to choose one or the other, remember?”
But he tells me that he thinks I’m cute and that he’d really like to see me again. And that even though he’s not sure he made it clear, he’s looking for more than friendship.
Dude, I figured it out.
So he suggests dinner on Tuesday. Fine. In his neighborhood or mine. Or he can cook dinner at his place. I tell him I’d feel better going out, and that my dad would feel better about it, too. I might have to use that line again.
I want a boy who is honest and sincere and crazy about me. But if I want all of that, then why is it so unattractive when they act like this?
I could never put it into words, but the internet has taught me a strange and disturbing concept: alpha versus beta.
I am a bad, bad bad person.
~beatrix
p.s. Now that i think about it, I was wearing a cardigan, too. Mine was neither nerdy nor ironic, just preppy and adorable.
