How Did I Get Here?

I had spent the next couple of days replaying my ridiculous reaction to a kiss over and over in my head. No matter how hard I tried I could not convince myself that it was going to be ok. How does going limp when someone kisses you not stick on replay in your head? But it’s Wednesday now and there is a Thunder game on so I have to put on my big girl panties and go watch the game and not make it a big deal.

I show up at his place about thirty minutes before the game. I assume that way there is less time for him to realize what a total weirdo I am before we get engrossed in the game. When he opens the door he does looks genuinely happy to see me, which a huge weight lifted from my over thinking shoulders.

I take my shoes off at the door and when I turn around he is standing fairly close. To my absolute surprise or maybe horror, he is coming in for a hug. My first thought is, “Bro! Have I not proven to you that I cannot handle human contact?”. He squeezes me and says, “I like that you’re as awkward as I am”. Le sigh of relief.

We watch the game, shout at the TV, act like we could play the game better than actual NBA players and then I realize I am incredibly tired. I have been such a home body for the past few years that I now have issues staying awake past 9pm. It’s after 11pm and I still have a thirty minute drive home. Unfortunately, we lack the ability to stop yapping long enough for me to look at the time and see it’s already past midnight. Dammit!

I panic and start gathering up my purse and coat when grabs my hand says, “You look really tired and you shouldn’t drive like that. Just stay and you can leave early.” Next thing I know, I am laying on the couch, my head in his lap watching a movie and just like that, I’m out for the night. Well, shit.