dizzy up the girl

Last night was full. I'm just going to start from the beginning.

First, Phi Org. I wasn't having a great time, because Michael was sitting between Holly and Kate. And Kate is really pretty. And it bothers me that Holly hangs out with Mike a lot. But this part wasn't very interesting. After the meeting, we decided to all go to Michael's place for noodles. While we were talking and deciding, Michael and I looked at each other straight in the eyes for several seconds straight. It's weird, that I want to do that so badly with him.

At Michael's, it was just me, Mike, Kalvin, and Terrence. And we just talked for a while. Holly came after a bit. We played guitar and violin for a little while. Then we went to Skipper's Smokehouse.

When we got there, Mike asked me if I wanted to dance or talk. I wouldn't decide, so we danced. I was really self-conscious about it at first, but eventually we were holding hands and jumping around like crazy. It was so much fun and so tiring. I still can't believe I did that. Then we sat down and talked for a while. At one point while we were talking, he was looking at my eyes, and looked at my lips for a second. Like he wanted to kiss me. And I definitely would have let him. After that, we joined this drum circle, which was really fun. Some people really got into it. Then we left and went to Kate's house.

As soon as we walked in, we started playing some drinking game called "hot dice". I think I had two glasses (wine glasses... a funny attempt to make me drink. it worked. ) of beer, so that's really nothing. But I think I got a little buzzed, which was nice, because I was able to really have fun. A little later Michael and I sat down and talked for a long time. Then we left, went back to Michael's place, and then Terrence left.

Then Michael picked up my violin and walked me outside to my car. And when we hugged goodbye, we kept hugging for longer than usual. I would have stayed there forever. I almost felt like he was going to say or do something. But alas, nothing else. The night was good enough, though. I spent nearly twelve hours straight with him.

He does so many small kind things, things I'm sure he doesn't even think about, things that make him wonderful. Like when I broke a glass, he helped me clean it up without hesitation. And he unlocks my door first. And he always asks me if I want to go. And he broke bread for me. And he listens to whatever I say. And he genuinely listened to a rant about the molarity of salt in water. And he loves. And he carried my violin for me. And he gets me a drink. And he is still friends with his ex-girlfriend. And he pays attention to other people. And he tries to help me have fun. And he tried to get me to play drums. And he smiles at me.