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This. This is home.
Jun. 15th, 2005 04:07 pmSo, yesterday, I went up to Rockville and had lunch with Tink. She forgot my cards, but it was nice t'sit and chat with her. I don't see my friends near enough these days, so it's good anytime I do. We sat and talked about how she's met this really nice guy, but she's hung up on how he's three yours younger than her. Generally, this would be a problem if, say, she was 16 and he was 13, or something. But they're both over 18, so not even the State cares how old they are. The point about maturity, about how he's "so much younger" than she is, and so he "must" be less mature, came up. And I'm generally a believer that guys take about two years extra to catch up to girls' maturity level. However, she also noted that he's "mature for his age," so that really wasn't it. We decided that she was just looking for excuses, and the advice I gave her was, "Give him the benefit of the doubt. Then, when he messes us, you can hold it against him." A sort of "optimistic cynicism."
After lunch I got together with Anastasiya and, after grabbing some stuff from her place, I took her home with me to hang out and have dinner and such. We played some Halo2, chatted some about different things. It was a hectic night, with my mom running the kids around to meetings and such, and we didn't have dinner until 10:00 -- but mom had fed the kids earlier, so it was the five 'adults': Gene, Josh, Anastasiya, Mom, and I. It was a lot of fun, and Gene, Josh, and I ran though our usual routine of inanity and non-sequitur. I didn't get out to take Anastasiya home until about midnight; as we were leaving she said, "you're so lucky," referring to my family et al. And on the way up we were both singing to Voltaire and All-American Rejects and VNV Nation, cruising down the highway with the windows down. I loved every minute of it.
And that's what I want. That's really all I want. A girl to spend my time with, to sit and talk with, to goof around with. Someone who will sit outside with me and watch the stars, and talk about anything from political theories to the magnetic potential of mustard. I don't even really want the kissing; or rather, I want the kissing as a garnish, as a little something extra maybe, but not so much or so often or so powerful as to over-shadow the friendship and intellectual intercourse.
For me, that would be home.
After lunch I got together with Anastasiya and, after grabbing some stuff from her place, I took her home with me to hang out and have dinner and such. We played some Halo2, chatted some about different things. It was a hectic night, with my mom running the kids around to meetings and such, and we didn't have dinner until 10:00 -- but mom had fed the kids earlier, so it was the five 'adults': Gene, Josh, Anastasiya, Mom, and I. It was a lot of fun, and Gene, Josh, and I ran though our usual routine of inanity and non-sequitur. I didn't get out to take Anastasiya home until about midnight; as we were leaving she said, "you're so lucky," referring to my family et al. And on the way up we were both singing to Voltaire and All-American Rejects and VNV Nation, cruising down the highway with the windows down. I loved every minute of it.
And that's what I want. That's really all I want. A girl to spend my time with, to sit and talk with, to goof around with. Someone who will sit outside with me and watch the stars, and talk about anything from political theories to the magnetic potential of mustard. I don't even really want the kissing; or rather, I want the kissing as a garnish, as a little something extra maybe, but not so much or so often or so powerful as to over-shadow the friendship and intellectual intercourse.
For me, that would be home.
