Oh, phooey, Ryan!

my truck, 10:30 pm

"you never have met my parents." he reminded me, driving around the neighborhood. My initial response was to shrug, "so? I don't go and meet my friend's parents." but I knew that would hurt his feelings.

"No, I haven't." I agreed, thinking it was the safest route. Of course he wanted me to meet his parents. All his siblings got married when they were eighteen, it was his turn. And of course the parents must approve.

"Well, we can rent a movie and watch it at home, then. They'll be home." He suggested. I nodded.

"Sure, sounds good." What else was I supposed to say? No, cuz then they'll think we're engaged? I kind of giggled to myself at the idea of his face if I answered like that. So we went to the grocery store and rented Seven Pounds at the Redbox, he said it was amazing. I love Will Smith, so I was ready for it.

on the sofa, 11:00 pm

The movie has been going on, and I've met mom and dad. They look at me so proudly I want to dissolve. Their son got a pretty one. Yay. I try to act casual, and my "acting casual" usually comes across as flirting. I already know this. But I don't know what else to do. I don't want to embarrass him in front of his parents. They're sweet. We're throwing popcorn at each other through the movie. I'm trying to avoid the arm that's sliding around the back of the sofa. The movie is depressing. I'm not concentrating. His mom is still smiling down at me like any moment we're going to break the big news. I make commentary about the movie, ignore the arm, and try to be funny.

back in my truck, 12:47

I shied away when he stroked my hair. I was really smooth about it. I was resting on the car armrest, he reached down, and I just casually raised my head all the while kept up conversation. It was talented of me, because I didn't even leave a moment for him to be awkward. But I'm tired of this. really don't know if I can keep on seeing him- he obviously doesn't get it. I feel terrible, though, he's so sincere. A nice boy, really. Shame I can't like him. Shame he can't be more exciting. Shame he can't be fun and bright and lively, because he really is good. How awful. I've found a good guy who's quite mad about me, but he's flat out dull. I have nothing to find out out about him, and I've only known him six months. I told him, all those six months ago, that I wasn't dating anyone. He seems to have forgotten. I'll have to remind him again. God, I hate that!