Headlights on the road, backseat full of laundry, and my heart resisting the continual urging of my brain to beat at a normal pace, I made my way to George’s apartment.
Our dryer was broken and he’d offered his to me.
George and I had spent hardly any time without Lara. This was exciting and nerve-wracking all at once.
The evening started out just fine. We talked and chatted as my clothes tumbled about in imitation of my insides.
Then he changed the direction of the conversation.
George: Ok, ok, so I’m going to pose a hypothetical question.
George: Ok so hypothetically, what would be the chances of you…telling me…if someone in your house liked me?
Me: That’s funny because I was actually about to ask you how long you’ve liked Lara.
George: No, no, no, no! This is hypothetical! (looks at me very intensely and says with emphasis) What are the chances…of you…telling me…if someone in your house liked me?
Me: Uh…good I guess?
George: So, then, my next question. Does someone in your house like me?
Me: So, you’ve got it pretty bad for Lara, huh?
George: Ace, no no. Does someone in your house like me?
I’m sure I just blinked a few times as he continued staring knowingly at me.
My thoughts: Holy crap, he knows! Why is he asking this way! This is so weird!
(George continues to stare. He can see right through me.)
My thoughts: If he knows about my feelings I might as well be honest.
Me: Maybe a little?
George: (With a satisfied smile) I knew she did! I knew it! I could just feel that there was something there!…
George: I could tell by the way she looked at me and I just knew she had feelings for me! It’s in her posture and everything! You know, I’m really good at reading people….
(George continues to go on and on for a few minutes about sensing her “feelings” for him and how he liked to go to the mall and just people watch and try to pick up on things about them and how good he was at that)
My Thoughts: I have no idea what to do in this moment. Not a dang clue. He’s not very good at reading my distress! She expressly told me she doesn’t like him and now he thinks she does and I can’t just interrupt him and say, “No. I meant me,” now that he’s gone on and on about how right he was. What is happening. What is happening…
Have you ever had a moment where the narration in your head would make J.D. from Scrubs proud? Or where you wished you could freeze the world around you with a Zach Morris-style time-out in order to say to the camera, “IS THIS REAL LIFE!?”
There have only been a few times in my life that felt more like a movie or a TV show than reality. This one was supremely surreal. I just kept thinking that it had played out like a script. Could a worse miscommunication possibly have taken place!? I had no answers, no knowledge of how to fix what I’d just done. I don’t remember what we talked about until my clothes dried but I laughed/groaned all the way home at the insanity of what had taken place.
I confessed to Lara what had happened when I arrived and she was very alarmed. I don’t remember either of us doing anything to correct what I’d told him. I guess we figured that if he made a move she would just turn him down…but I really don’t remember the in-between very clearly.
I just remember that not long after, he and I got to hang out again and we talked about deeper things and got to know each other better. And not long after that, we had a party at my apartment.
I could tell something was bothering a friend of mine, and so he and I decided to take a walk so he could tell me about it, and we decided this while Gamer was in the same room so I figured that it was fine to just leave because Gamer knew where I was going and who with.
I should have realized that Gamer’s head is in the clouds 90% of the time and he was not paying any attention to me and my friend. We were gone for probably an hour and when I got back George was absolutely furious. He was legitimately angry (which I’d never seen) and gave me an earful about disappearing without my phone. Reader told me after that she’d never seen him like that. She said he realized I was gone early on and he searched and searched and kept making her call me and was really worried.
I apologized to him. I was touched that he cared about me that much. And for the rest of the night I noticed that he was giving me more attention than usual. There was a slight change in him toward me after that night. Was it possible that he was starting to have feelings for me too?
(To be continued…)