3 posts tagged “me”
Look Winnie, I colored the logo!
There's this picture that someone sent J a couple years ago that looks just like me at first glance. Until you look closely at her face, and realize it's not me. And her butt too, if you've ever seen my butt, but no one reading this has seen my bare-bottom.
The picture is NSFW. I'll post it when there are better filters implemented on here. Or a LJ-cut type thing.
I suppose I can upload it elsewhere and link to it, so that it doesn't actually appear on Vox.. But the picture is no longer online (or if it is, I don't know where) and I won't be able to grab it until later anyway. (It's on J's computer, which won't be hooked up to a monitor until we have a place to live)
I don't know if it counts as "famous person" since I don't even know her name. From the picture, I'm guessing that she's some Asian porn star or model, but I guess not famous enough to have enough of a presence that I or anyone else who has seen it knows her name. And the filename of 10.jpg doesn't tell me anything useful either.
But it's the only person who I look like. Like, really. You'll have to see the picture. The resemblence is scary.
p.s. why is spellcheck underlining "name." for me twice?
Sorry for such a long post. There really needs to be an "more"/extended entry feature!
3 years ago, we had our "first date." It wasn't supposed to be a date, but it sort of ended up that way. I was back home that weekend to see the class of 2003 graduate, and we had plans to meet up afterwards for dinner and to catch up. This was shortly after I stopped ignoring him, and stopped being so pissed off at him, after I realized what he had been trying to tell me for so long that I didn't get until just then.
We had dinner at Juanita's. He was surprised that all I ordered was a vegetarian taco, and has since brought back the meat lover in me and made me better appreciate all types of foods I'd never had or liked before.
I remember butterflies in my stomach, and feeling so unnecessarily nervous sitting across the table from him. (And then there was the guy in the corner behind us that looked like he was jerking off, and maybe possibly was.)
I was an abundance of overconfidence. I knew I looked good. I knew he still liked me. I didn't think he was still mad at me. I couldn't figure out why I was so nervous.
We showed each other our new cameras and talked about that and what we had been up to. He told me about living in Sacramento and becoming an uncle. I told him about college, the dorms, and my 2-3 roommates.
When we were finished with dinner, we went for a walk and ended up sitting on the rocks by the pool place. We talked a little bit, but mostly just sat there. I was looking at the water and the factories off in the distance. He was looking at me and it made me giddy nervous, and I still couldn't figure out why because we had gone through all of this before and it shouldn’t have been anything new. But it was, it was a different feeling entirely.
The sun was going down. We got up and walked across the Park Street Bridge. I got the sense that he wanted to hold my hand, or put his arms around me, but wasn't sure if it was ok. It held out my hand a little, and he caught it. I found out later that he thought that I wanted him to hold my hand but he wasn't sure.
We got across the bridge. The night was coming to an end. He asked me what time I had to be home, and I told him that I didn't really. He asked if I wanted to go back to his place and watch a couple of movies. I knew that if I went, I'd end up spending the night.
And that's what happened. We watched Resident Evil and Phone Booth, laying side by side in his bed. I remember at some point, turning around to face him with a smiling face and I can't remember now if it was me or him, or if it was both of us who initiated it, but we kissed, and it was the sweetest, softest, most innocent kiss. It felt like this was our first kiss and anything before that didn't count, didn't matter anymore; our history was our history and this was something new.
He rubbed aloe into the fat sunburn I had on my back and that felt really good. I went to sleep in his bed comfortably. I knew he was watching me sleep, but it wasn't weird or stalkish as one would imagine; it was sweet. I knew that I looked cute and he was watching over me, smiling.
I returned to Santa Cruz after the weekend for the last week of my freshman year. I remember practically skipping to my art final in the morning because I was still so happy. I swear my heart was fluttering, wanting to break free of its cage. I had to give us another chance, and here we are now 3 years later so completely in love and getting along perfectly well.
