Saturday, November 15, 2008
Like I said, I Overthink....
So, in this post, I talked about how I would over think.
At least I have a great support system that lets me know when I'm doing this.
One of my friends, LeBlanc, asked if I would like to go out for dinner this Friday. LeBlanc and I have been friends since Singapore, where we both did exchange. He's a great guy, really nice, except that he is quite undependable. He's the type of guy who is always late, and likes to change plans last minute.
Anyway, we've met up a few weeks ago for dinner (just as friends) and I invited him to my housewarming last weekend. He surprised everyone by showing up, and bringing chili. (We have some common friends, and we all knew of his carefree persona).
I get an email from LeBlanc on earlier on the week asking if I wanted to go out for dinner. I didn't think much of it, though it did catch me by surprise. The only thing I was afraid of, was if I made it downtown, and he changed his plans last minute, or if he would have to work.
So after he convinced me that, no, he wasn't going to change his plans last minute, and gave me free reins for the choice of food, I agreed.
We went out for Indian food here. Really good food. And we polished off two bottles of Reisling. After way too much food, we went on a search for dessert. At first, we were deciding between ice cream and cakes. Then we decided on crepes. Unfortunately, the crepe place was packed. So we end up at Starbucks, and we split a brownie.
It just so happened to be the opening weekend of the Art Gallery of Ontario. After debating whether the structural frame was made of wood or steel, we decided to take a quick peek inside. At this point, we're both really tired, and I'm afraid I might miss my last bus home, if I catch the subway. He says I can stay at his place, he'll sleep on the couch.
We just chilled at his place. Looking through random pictures in Facebook. He showed me the garage that him and his family built, and some pictures he printed out from traveling. He starts massaging my neck and shoulders, and it felt nice. He played with my hair and traced my arms to my fingers. Who would have thunk that my friend, LeBlanc, was actually a big teddy bear (?).
He starts to tickle me and pulls me over to his bed.
LeBlanc: I want to find out if you're ticklish everywhere.
I wanted to be tickled by him. It was only last week that I thought he was really cute, when he had this kinda mischievous smile (in all the time that I've known him). So, I said the first thing that came into my mind.
Me: I have to pee.
LeBlanc: Alright, we'll resume after. (Or something to that effect.)
I come back. We look through some more Facebook photos. He turns around and picks me up, drops me on his bed, and the tickling starts. Have I mentioned how I like to be tickled. And he's ticklish, too.
There's a moment when he looks at me, and I really wanted him to kiss me. And he did. It was a nice kiss, and I kiss him back. It went on for a while, and I liked it. I didn't want it to go further though, and told him so.
LeBlanc: What did you think when I asked if you wanted to go for dinner?
Me: I thought you wanted to go for food.
LeBlanc: I wanted to ask you for a while, now. I'm not really good at this dating... thing. That's what I do sometimes, when I try to initiate things. And by sometimes, I mean never.
Me: Really? Did you expect this to happen?
LeBlanc: No. Until it did. Did you?
Me: No. I figured I'd just kinda go with it.
LeBlanc: Well, I'm glad you're open to ambiguity. I had a good time tonight.
Me: Me, too.
We go to sleep. I wish I could say that I slept.
The next morning was kinda awkward. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to leave, or wait for him to get up. I hate it when I think about things. I started thinking, "Oh shit. And I was sobered up when we were making out. I didn't even think that I liked him as more than a friend."
We go for breakfast. It was a little awkward.
LeBlanc: So, I'm not sure if I confused you last night. But I had fun, and I would like to do it again, if you're up for it.
Me: Is this weird? Were you drunk last night?
LeBlanc: No, I wasn't drunk.
Me: Niether was I.
LeBlanc: Maybe this will make things clearer.
He leans in and kisses me. Which is kinda awkward because it caught me off-guard and I didn't really kiss him back.
LeBlanc: Ok. That was a bit awkward. I know I'm not big on committment, but if I would like to go for dinner, again, sometime, if you want to. You don't have to tell me now.
I come home and and pass out and get up 4PM. Then, I call my sister and write this post.
I had a lot of fun. I was just thinking about it too much after the fact. I was thinking way too far, ahead and making a big deal of nothing. I was scared because I wasn't sure if I was ready for anything. I just thought way too much and lost sight of this.
We both had a good time. Maybe we'll do it sometime, again. And then, go from there.
Exhale. Now I am not going to think about, and what better way than to watch McHotsalot on Made of Honour.