The Duo in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

Sunday I agreed to help David (the hot tattooed ex-bartender that I had the big crush on) move from his apartment. He and Mykel broke up at the beginning of this summer but had to remain living together until their lease was up. I suppose that’s something I should really cherish. Sure, I live with a bunch of insufferable idiots, but I’m not bound to stay with them because of anything contractual.

Since David has split from Mykel, they both have been rather flirty with me. If you recall, I’ve actually hooked up with Mykel, but it was always a dream with David. Other people have noticed it, too, because for a while there I thought it was all something I made up in my head. At the pool party over summer, David started hanging out with this guy Brock. It really hurt me at the time that he was flirting with me but really dating this other guy.

I’m very strange when it comes to relationship stuff because my perspective comes from a theoretical point-of-view. I don’t have enough experience with relationships to know how things “are” done, I just know from what I’ve read how they “should” be done.

The word “should” is a sticky word. It has so many feelings attached to it. Think about it, when you say “should” to someone or about a situation to yourself, there is a large projection of feelings and values that are heaped onto the rest of that sentence that aren’t there before you “should” it.

Anyways, so I volunteered to help David move. For some reason, I was surprised Brock was there. I don’t know why I was surprised but I guess we can always marvel at the power of the human mind to deceive itself. I was the only person who had a truck and even though my truck is technically broken down, it still runs short distances. She’s a tough broad.

It felt so strange being in that apartment when it was all empty. Some of the best times I’ve had over the last three years have been in that apartment and to see it empty and lifeless was really depressing.

Mykel was nowhere to be seen. It was an empty shell of its former glory.

So a bed and two bookcases later and we were sitting at a local restaurant. David was treating Brock and me to dinner as payment for helping him move.

(Just as an aside, I literally just spent about 15 minutes checking my grammar in that last sentence, “is it ‘Brock and I’ or ‘Brock and me?’” and finally concluded that it is indeed “Brock and me” because David would treat “ME” to dinner but he would not treat “I” to dinner… I get so excited by grammar, I’m such a loser.)

We happened to be eating at the restaurant where David works so he was full of gossip about the co-workers. It was during this whole “beauty shop” conversation that I noticed the affection between David and Brock. It was much more subtle than any exchanges between, say Will and Adrian (see last entry), who tend to be very accidentally over-the-top with their affections. David and Brock had little brushes and hand clasps that probably would go over most people’s heads, but I spend an inordinate amount of time reading body language (plus I took a course on it), and I read it loud and clear.

I went home afterward and went directly to bed. I was woken up rather harshly by the pounding of a sledgehammer. They’re renovating the house and began by putting a door to the backyard in the kitchen. I share the wall with the kitchen so that was a wonderful sound.

Due to all the pounding, I ended up hopping on a bus I’d never been on and riding it to the end, which was a mall clear on the other side of town. I recognized the mall as being the one I woke up in after a dreadfully drunken evening in West Hollywood. Good to be back.

I treated myself to some ice cream, bought some linen pants for ten bucks from H&M and jumped on the bus to head back home. I decided to stop for a drink as I knew the workers would still be there pounding away. I had been there much longer than I was expecting when a guy that I had briefly chatted up on Saturday night walked into the bar. He had left his card here.

Somehow I remembered his name, said hello to him and suddenly we were chatting away. It was the strangest thing. No should-ing. I had so much fun talking with him and I was really attracted to him. A big bonus is that he was three years older than me.

DID YOU HEAR THAT?! I WAS FINALLY ATTRACTED TO SOMEBODY WHO IS NOT A TEENAGER!!!

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, let’s just say that I’ve been dating 19 year old since I was 15 and then continued even as I sailed past that age. I don’t try to date 19 year olds, it just ends up that the only guys I see at school and then become attracted to, are teenagers. But I digress…

It was so easy. It wasn’t difficult. It just was.

I finally get the attraction of a relationship. I could never see the perks of being with someone until just last night. It would be really nice to have someone to talk to. Someone to do things with. It would be nice to not always be alone.

But I’m fine with being alone if that’s my fate.