I eat MEN for breakfast. I live in NASHVILLE.
Ryan Gosling from The Notebook by Fafouls on Flickr.
my other boyfriend.
Noah came over last night to watch some movies. We watched the first three Fast & Furious movies. He’s really into cars and he hadn’t seen these and neither had I so I was up for it.
Just a recap for you guys: Noah is 21; drives a new Corvette and is full Vietnamese. I met him through a good college friend. We went to the same school, but didn’t know each other.
Okay, so the whole date I’m nervous as hell. This is our fourth date and he still hadn’t kissed me yet. During the movie, I notice that he scoots closer to me so I think maybe he’ll hold my hand. Nope. Nothing. His hand brushed mine and I felt like I was electrocuted. Haha. I was freaking out.
I know you may be thinking, “Well, maybe he doesn’t like you like that?” Well, he says I’m gorgeous and calls when we spend time together dates. He also asked me if I was going to ask him to my friend’s wedding.
Noah is really shy, but he does flirt with me and compliment me. I just think he’s afraid of offending me, which leads me to what he said last night.
During the second F&F movie, there’s a part where the bad guy slaps Eva on the ass and I immediately said, “Well, that’s polite haha.” Noah then starts to say something and doesn’t. So I ask him what he meant and he won’t tell me because he said he’s afraid of offending me. I told him I’m really hard to offend and not to worry. He then smiles.
So from 7pm-2am I’m thinking, “OMG, KISS ME, HOLD MY HAND, DO SOMETHING!!!” I try to make a lot of eye contact thinking maybe that will help. I smile. I laugh. We laugh. We periodically pause the movie and he asks me questions about the movie because he’s a little confused and I tell him he can ask me whatever whenever and he smiles. Noah’s English is great, but sometimes he can’t always make out certain things in movies like slang sayings and references.
He never holds my hand.
After the third movie, it’s close to 1:30 am. He says he needs to go because he has to work in the morning. When he gets ready to leave, we do the same thing we always do: talk by the door/car before he leaves for like an hour. It’s cute, but a little awkward at this point. So we’re talking about horror movies and he brings up this game he used to play when he lived in Vietnam. He describes it and describes it and goes on and on and I’m standing there catching a few sentences here and there, but I’m thinking, “KISS ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I act like I’m listening and do the occasional nod and smile thing. He leans in and I think, “OMG THIS IS IT!” and I’m not sure what he’s doing so I go in for a hug. Sad, right? It looked like he was trying to kiss me and I just froze and went for a hug. Dammit. I’m thinking, “FUCK!” and I’m hoping he doesn’t think I was trying to brush him off or something because I definitely wasn’t.
So we continue talking and then he initiates a hug and we’re hugging again. I’m thinking, “Well, at least we’ve increased the amount of hugs!” HAHAHAHAHA That has to be good, right?
He then asks me when I’m free again and we settle on tomorrow night!
Then, after like 5 more minutes he leaves.
One thing I will say is that I’ve noticed when he’s leaving I don’t make a lot of eye contact. I have to start making more eye contact! I get really nervous and shy and I freak.
It’s just a mess, y’all. Haha. If he would initiate a kiss on the couch, it would be much more comfortable.
PLEASE KISS ME TOMORROW NIGHT! I’M DYING, NOAH!
You went out every night and baby that’s alright
I told you that no matter what you did I’d be by your side
