Her Smiling Eyes

Monday, February 06, 2006

Friday someone stood out from the rest. We were just drawn together. And everyone saw it. The way we would talk throughout the party. The way we glanced at each other when the other was away. We couldn't stop looking at each other. And when we interacted, it was like we were the only ones at the party. So sexual and curious about one another. I would be laying on the loveseat (how cliche) and she would lift my feet and sit with me with my legs on her. We would joke and laugh about things. I was always laughing with her. I felt so comfortable and excited all at the same time. And when she would get up from the couch, I had this sense like I knew that she would come back. I don't know why I thought that, but I just knew. And she would; we were just drawn to each other. It was such a wonderful feeling having that kind of connection with someone. And it was just that night that we officially met. I mean, when we were sitting on the couch, we just flowed with our movements. I would adjust my arm and suddenly our hands would meet or something. The little affection we would share was so natural and just wow.

She would try to play the "Are you uncomfortable game" but I have such a tolerence, she'd always lose. And we had this joke throughout the night where she would pretend to go for my boobs and be like "You have such voluptious...shoulders" and at the last minute, go for my shoulders and I kept thinking 'Oh my goodness, what a friggen tease!' but I realized that I was just as bad. And she would find reasons to get really close to my face and we'd be looking at each other and once she said to me that my hat was like a kiss protector, and I was like only if you want it to be and we just kept looking at each other until somebody finally cut the tension by jumping on us or something. It was INSANE.

And to think, it all started with pool and chalk fights. How quickly that progressed because leaving chalk hand prints on each other is a really fast get-to-know-you I've realized. Touching, straddling, oh my goodness. It was scandelous, and even that feels like an understatement.

But beyond all that, she was so beautiful. Not just on the outside, but the inside. What I was most attracted to by far was her addicting personality. The thing was I knew I didn't need her around, but I wanted her around. I lost that prepared for anything feeling and suddenly, I no longer knew what to expect. And for once, I didn't really care. It didn't matter what happened the next day or the day after that. We were just in the moment of it all-- letting things fall whereever they may.

However, addicting personalities can be pretty intense. It's like playing with fire. Be careful, self. This type of friendship could escilate quickly. But as a friend said last night: you can't think about other people's feelings all the time because otherwise your own feelings are the ones always getting hurt.

Nowadays, I'm going with what feels right. It may be bold, it may be spontaneous, but it feels right. I'm impulsive, it's how I roll. We'll see where this here tumbleweed takes us, eh?

Jenny at 10:48 PM

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Monday, February 06, 2006 Friday someone stood out from the rest. We were just drawn together. And everyone saw it. The way we would talk throughout the party. The way we glanced at each other when the other was away. We couldn't stop looking at each other. And when we interacted, it was like we were the only ones at the party. So sexual and curious about one another. I would be laying on the loveseat (how cliche) and she would lift my feet and sit with me with my legs on her. We would joke and laugh about things. I was always laughing with her. I felt so comfortable and excited all at the same time. And when she would get up from the couch, I had this sense like I knew that she would come back. I don't know why I thought that, but I just knew. And she would; we were just drawn to each other. It was such a wonderful feeling having that kind of connection with someone. And it was just that night that we officially met. I mean, when we were sitting on the couch, we just flowed with our movements. I would adjust my arm and suddenly our hands would meet or something. The little affection we would share was so natural and just wow. She would try to play the "Are you uncomfortable game" but I have such a tolerence, she'd always lose. And we had this joke throughout the night where she would pretend to go for my boobs and be like "You have such voluptious...shoulders" and at the last minute, go for my shoulders and I kept thinking 'Oh my goodness, what a friggen tease!' but I realized that I was just as bad. And she would find reasons to get really close to my face and we'd be looking at each other and once she said to me that my hat was like a kiss protector, and I was like only if you want it to be and we just kept looking at each other until somebody finally cut the tension by jumping on us or something. It was INSANE. And to think, it all started with pool and chalk fights. How quickly that progressed because leaving chalk hand prints on each other is a really fast get-to-know-you I've realized. Touching, straddling, oh my goodness. It was scandelous, and even that feels like an understatement. But beyond all that, she was so beautiful. Not just on the outside, but the inside. What I was most attracted to by far was her addicting personality. The thing was I knew I didn't need her around, but I wanted her around. I lost that prepared for anything feeling and suddenly, I no longer knew what to expect. And for once, I didn't really care. It didn't matter what happened the next day or the day after that. We were just in the moment of it all-- letting things fall whereever they may. However, addicting personalities can be pretty intense. It's like playing with fire. Be careful, self. This type of friendship could escilate quickly. But as a friend said last night: you can't think about other people's feelings all the time because otherwise your own feelings are the ones always getting hurt. Nowadays, I'm going with what feels right. It may be bold, it may be spontaneous, but it feels right. I'm impulsive, it's how I roll. We'll see where this here tumbleweed takes us, eh? Jenny at 10:48 PM Comments: Post a Comment
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