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Jun. 16th, 2013 10:06 pmI think I went on a date with Emil yesterday.
I texted him wednesday about the food I promised and he got back to me thursday saying "what's this about bringing food? anytime, anywhere" so I called him to get it straight and maybe to invite him to espy's reception but I changed my mind on that after I left him a message. he called back 2 hours later and we talked for a while. mostly he talked and I listened, which is how I like it because I just hang on his every word, lol. anyway I suggested I bring the beans over saturday afternoon and he said he was busy taking his mom to longwood gardens bc it was her birthday. then, he must have been really lonely because he asked me to an asian film festival movie on saturday at 6 after he got back. ofc I said I'd love to. we talked about longwood gardens and I said I've never been there even though I've driven past it like 200 times (it's on the way to peach bottom) and he asked if I wanted to go with him and his mom and I said no. I didn't want to intrude on his mom's birthday, you know? we talked about his house and how he's cementing his basement and I was a little distracted bc my wrestling show was on. so we hung up and I called my mom and googled asian film festival for saturday and found out he invited me to see a movie about Philippine history called el presidente.
friday I painted my nails and spent all day nervous. hopeful for s makeout, ngl.
by 4:30 pm saturday I was convinced he was gonna stand me up, so I was planning on going to five guys at 6 for dinner to try to take my mind off things. he called at 5 to ask me to look up the place (which I had already googled, dunno if he found that desperate or creepy or what) and we agreed to meet there. I dressed in a black sleeveless shirt, black cardigan, black knee length skirt, and black ruffled shoes with a 1/2" heel, and topped this with a squirt of gucci premiere. I thought I looked nice. I got to the place 10 minutes early and played uno on my phone until he called and said he was around the corner. he walked up and he was wearing a green v-neck t-shirt and shorts and hiking sandals, and he was like, you dressed up. you look nice. and I was like...I am way overdressed and embarrassing myself as usual. we went in and he had 3 tickets, not two, and he said hi to a girl and I was like, did she invite him? I started to fade into the corner. the girl, Phuong, was really nice and she was talking to me bc I was new and she wanted non-asian people to come. he introduced me as his friend. so we went out to smoke a cigarette (well, he did) and we had more awkward conversation about his trip to longwood gardens and on the way back to the place he farted like it was no big deal. and I started thinking he didn't get dressed for this and he's not even walking beside me and why am I here?
we go into the movie part of the gallery and watch someone bless the event. he was like, I'm tall so I'll sit in the back. he goes in and phuong talks to me about the screening and this trailer came on and I figured, I don't want to interrupt. so I stand in the hallway. but then the trailer went on and on and on and when the lights came up a little I saw him staring at me and I moved away. the next trailer ended and I finally walked to my seat but all the seats next to him were taken so I sat in front of him. a tallish guy sat in front of me so I had to read subtitles for half of the movie by weaving from side to side. he left halfway through. the movie was like 2 and a half hours long and it was all about emilio aguinaldo and the role he played in the Philippine revolution and as for the quality all I can say is the producer was the lead actor. it was history-channel quality at best and it really dragged. I distracted myself by looking at emil's legs. he has lovely long ones. the director had a q&a afterward and ofc emil had a question ("what have you learned about phillipine history and the phillipine people after making this movie?"). the director answered a few more questions and then we all got up and emil talked to the guy who runs the whole arts initiative and got his card. we walked back to the car and talked and I talked him into dinner.
we tried little pete's but parking was non-existent. we went to the broad street diner on broad and ellsworth instead and I felt guilty about making him drive me all the way down there. on the other hand he did use soundhound to get me the name of the song he played for me that I liked. (I downloaded it today.) the food is okay at the broad street diner, nothing to write home about but they give you a lot of it. we talked about reading and writing and he told me about stories that he wrote and they all end with the characters committing suicide. even the dragon killed himself. if I hadn't read up on the hungarian character I'd be worried, but that's just how they are. a very depressed people. then we got onto college (grr) and we talked about his childhood and how much he hates his mom, and I suggested that he have some compassion since it was the 70s and women didn't have quite the freedom and he got a little upset. his dad was a big time alcoholic and his mom would do things like say "ask your dad to stop drinking", you know, put the kids right in the middle and he still has a lot of resentment. not a good sign, but I'm not trying to marry the man, I just want his kids on my face. so we talked some more about that. I didn't have quite enough money to cover my half of the check and I asked him to help me out and he was like sure. he actually was like, people from other countries cover each other all the time, and they would get offended if you were like I'll pay you right back because it's just assumed that you'll get them other time. I was like...okay? we are actually kind of mismatched. I made him take what I had anyway.
we left around quarter to midnight and he drove me home. we mostly drove in silence and he had me listen to some rappers he likes. I didn't want to tell him I'm not really into rappers like that anymore. all I care about is the beat. but he was sharing what he liked with me and I appreciated that. so we get to my house and he's like, show me your place. I panic. I was like, umm, give me 5 minutes to straighten up pls? so I went in and moved some shit around, made my bed, swept the stairs a little and hid my vibrator. I came out and told him well, it's still not presentable but it's been 5 minutes. he handed me my leftovers, which I'd forgotten, and we went in. my cat liked him, but she's hot in the pants and she likes every man that comes in the door. he sat in my little computer chair. he was amazed at my dvd collection and I had to admit I'd had a problem and that's why I have no furniture. I have something like 345 dvds. that doesn't include the playstation games, which I have a bunch of too. or the tapes, bc not everything is on dvd. he looked at my bookcase, which is sagging from the weight of the books, and I sat on the bed. he flipped through the book I had open on the bed, which was the midnight raymond chandler and the origin of my livejournal name. I flipped over on my stomach and rummaged until I found my copy of toxic parents and he flipped through that, but chose not to borrow it. he asked me about my cruise picture and I told him about that and showed him my picture with storm that I'm mega proud of. I sat back on the bed and he stood five feet away from me (he wouldn't sit near me :( ) and quizzed me about my uncles. he said he wouldn't make the meeting tomorrow - and he didn't - because he needed to cement more and take some long naps. he was here like maybe fifteen minutes and then he was like, I gotta go. it was quarter to one in the morning. I saw him out, he gave me a hug and asked if I had a good time. I told him the truth, I had a great time, and I stroked his arm. he left and I locked the door and banged my head against it.
the next morning I noticed I'd forgotten to move the adult diapers I wear when my period gets heavy.
he is never going to call me again.
I texted him wednesday about the food I promised and he got back to me thursday saying "what's this about bringing food? anytime, anywhere" so I called him to get it straight and maybe to invite him to espy's reception but I changed my mind on that after I left him a message. he called back 2 hours later and we talked for a while. mostly he talked and I listened, which is how I like it because I just hang on his every word, lol. anyway I suggested I bring the beans over saturday afternoon and he said he was busy taking his mom to longwood gardens bc it was her birthday. then, he must have been really lonely because he asked me to an asian film festival movie on saturday at 6 after he got back. ofc I said I'd love to. we talked about longwood gardens and I said I've never been there even though I've driven past it like 200 times (it's on the way to peach bottom) and he asked if I wanted to go with him and his mom and I said no. I didn't want to intrude on his mom's birthday, you know? we talked about his house and how he's cementing his basement and I was a little distracted bc my wrestling show was on. so we hung up and I called my mom and googled asian film festival for saturday and found out he invited me to see a movie about Philippine history called el presidente.
friday I painted my nails and spent all day nervous. hopeful for s makeout, ngl.
by 4:30 pm saturday I was convinced he was gonna stand me up, so I was planning on going to five guys at 6 for dinner to try to take my mind off things. he called at 5 to ask me to look up the place (which I had already googled, dunno if he found that desperate or creepy or what) and we agreed to meet there. I dressed in a black sleeveless shirt, black cardigan, black knee length skirt, and black ruffled shoes with a 1/2" heel, and topped this with a squirt of gucci premiere. I thought I looked nice. I got to the place 10 minutes early and played uno on my phone until he called and said he was around the corner. he walked up and he was wearing a green v-neck t-shirt and shorts and hiking sandals, and he was like, you dressed up. you look nice. and I was like...I am way overdressed and embarrassing myself as usual. we went in and he had 3 tickets, not two, and he said hi to a girl and I was like, did she invite him? I started to fade into the corner. the girl, Phuong, was really nice and she was talking to me bc I was new and she wanted non-asian people to come. he introduced me as his friend. so we went out to smoke a cigarette (well, he did) and we had more awkward conversation about his trip to longwood gardens and on the way back to the place he farted like it was no big deal. and I started thinking he didn't get dressed for this and he's not even walking beside me and why am I here?
we go into the movie part of the gallery and watch someone bless the event. he was like, I'm tall so I'll sit in the back. he goes in and phuong talks to me about the screening and this trailer came on and I figured, I don't want to interrupt. so I stand in the hallway. but then the trailer went on and on and on and when the lights came up a little I saw him staring at me and I moved away. the next trailer ended and I finally walked to my seat but all the seats next to him were taken so I sat in front of him. a tallish guy sat in front of me so I had to read subtitles for half of the movie by weaving from side to side. he left halfway through. the movie was like 2 and a half hours long and it was all about emilio aguinaldo and the role he played in the Philippine revolution and as for the quality all I can say is the producer was the lead actor. it was history-channel quality at best and it really dragged. I distracted myself by looking at emil's legs. he has lovely long ones. the director had a q&a afterward and ofc emil had a question ("what have you learned about phillipine history and the phillipine people after making this movie?"). the director answered a few more questions and then we all got up and emil talked to the guy who runs the whole arts initiative and got his card. we walked back to the car and talked and I talked him into dinner.
we tried little pete's but parking was non-existent. we went to the broad street diner on broad and ellsworth instead and I felt guilty about making him drive me all the way down there. on the other hand he did use soundhound to get me the name of the song he played for me that I liked. (I downloaded it today.) the food is okay at the broad street diner, nothing to write home about but they give you a lot of it. we talked about reading and writing and he told me about stories that he wrote and they all end with the characters committing suicide. even the dragon killed himself. if I hadn't read up on the hungarian character I'd be worried, but that's just how they are. a very depressed people. then we got onto college (grr) and we talked about his childhood and how much he hates his mom, and I suggested that he have some compassion since it was the 70s and women didn't have quite the freedom and he got a little upset. his dad was a big time alcoholic and his mom would do things like say "ask your dad to stop drinking", you know, put the kids right in the middle and he still has a lot of resentment. not a good sign, but I'm not trying to marry the man, I just want his kids on my face. so we talked some more about that. I didn't have quite enough money to cover my half of the check and I asked him to help me out and he was like sure. he actually was like, people from other countries cover each other all the time, and they would get offended if you were like I'll pay you right back because it's just assumed that you'll get them other time. I was like...okay? we are actually kind of mismatched. I made him take what I had anyway.
we left around quarter to midnight and he drove me home. we mostly drove in silence and he had me listen to some rappers he likes. I didn't want to tell him I'm not really into rappers like that anymore. all I care about is the beat. but he was sharing what he liked with me and I appreciated that. so we get to my house and he's like, show me your place. I panic. I was like, umm, give me 5 minutes to straighten up pls? so I went in and moved some shit around, made my bed, swept the stairs a little and hid my vibrator. I came out and told him well, it's still not presentable but it's been 5 minutes. he handed me my leftovers, which I'd forgotten, and we went in. my cat liked him, but she's hot in the pants and she likes every man that comes in the door. he sat in my little computer chair. he was amazed at my dvd collection and I had to admit I'd had a problem and that's why I have no furniture. I have something like 345 dvds. that doesn't include the playstation games, which I have a bunch of too. or the tapes, bc not everything is on dvd. he looked at my bookcase, which is sagging from the weight of the books, and I sat on the bed. he flipped through the book I had open on the bed, which was the midnight raymond chandler and the origin of my livejournal name. I flipped over on my stomach and rummaged until I found my copy of toxic parents and he flipped through that, but chose not to borrow it. he asked me about my cruise picture and I told him about that and showed him my picture with storm that I'm mega proud of. I sat back on the bed and he stood five feet away from me (he wouldn't sit near me :( ) and quizzed me about my uncles. he said he wouldn't make the meeting tomorrow - and he didn't - because he needed to cement more and take some long naps. he was here like maybe fifteen minutes and then he was like, I gotta go. it was quarter to one in the morning. I saw him out, he gave me a hug and asked if I had a good time. I told him the truth, I had a great time, and I stroked his arm. he left and I locked the door and banged my head against it.
the next morning I noticed I'd forgotten to move the adult diapers I wear when my period gets heavy.
he is never going to call me again.
