Nothing of much interest is going on in my life right now. At least, nothing that thrills me, personally. I suppose I should be thrilled about the Ani Difranco concert I am flying home to see with my mom this weekend. Also, I got a new job, making a decent ammount of money. I'm selling shoes (how ironic), and it's close to campus and home so I don't have to worry much about driving or getting to work ontime, etc. Also, I will get to run things by myself after I've gone through all the training.
Classes are alright. Archaeology seems like it is going to involve a lot of busy work and reading of material that bores me to tears, but I had to sign up for something outside of my major. Late Shakespeare has been rather fun, and Fiction III is going to be cake. I met with my professor about writing my nine credit hour screenplay, and he is very excited about it. I've started reading appropriate books and have to find another professor to be on my committee, as well as type up a prospectus.
I suppose that all of these changes are being overshadowed by one thing, which is a ridiculous crush I have on a man seven years my senior. Ridiculous because I don't even know if he's seeing someone, and even if he weren't, I don't think he would be interested in dating me. Well, actually, that is a subject I am quite confused on. He has made several comments about my being pretty, mentioned that I seem to have a lot of exs, and told me several times that I am smart. Also, he made me tea and split his lunch with me one day. Now, all of these things could be signs that he's interested in dating me. However, they could also be signs that he just wants to be friends with me. He did ask me for my phone number, and at one point told me he was going to call to ask me out for drinks. So far, he has neither called nor asked me out for drinks. Max, David, any sort of opinion on this subject? I would like to ask him out, but he seems a little shy, and I don't want to scare him away by being too persistant.
So, you may ask why I like him.
First of all, I find him attractive, of course. He has beautiful blue eyes that sparkle when he smiles and fits my preferences of "moderately tall, thinish, with brown hair". He owns a (knitted) scarf and wears ridiculous tweed suits with leather patches. Did I mention that he runs a used bookstore? Also, he plays upright bass, goes to jazz clubs, is a poet... I could go on and on. I like that every time he sees me his face lights up and he jumps up to give me a hug. I like that he re-taught me how to play chess. I like that he remembered that he thought my voice was beautiful when he heard me sing six months ago. So, you may ask, what am I waiting for?
Well, there's a bit of a problem. He went to school for theology, and from what I have gathered, is somewhat of a "born-again" Christian. I'm pretty much an atheist. This is one of the reasons I can think of as to why he would not call me, the other is that I intimidate him (I tend to intimidate a lot of men, so this thought is not completely unfounded). Regardless, I am rather preoccupied with the phone that refuses to ring...
10:03 p.m. - Thursday, Jan. 15, 2004
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