Watching San Jose Sharks game. I've decided to blog during the 2nd Intermission. I'm really tired. I wait for the game to end so I can just knock out. This evening, I've decided to write on a topic that I've been pondering about for a while now. If you haven't seen Wedding Crashers, don't read the next paragraph...please.
There was the scene at the family's weekend home where it was the evening time already. When John Beckwith, played byOwen Wilson, is tossing and turning in his bedroom which is the same house that Claire Cleary, played by Rachel McAdams, grew up and lives in. Do you remember that scene? He exits his bedroom and walks down the hallway to her room, where he simply stops and goes back to his room. Next up, she goes to his door and lightly knocks on his door. Unfortunately, he doesn't hear.
Here's the relation...
In 2005, I've managed to be in this situation in all sorts. Last year, dating was the idea, nothing more. The first time just had me wanting and wishing for the unknown. At the time, she didn't know I had a crush on her. (I said 'crush') The second time actually wasn't that bad because I played video games with her brothers while she slept. They played, I knocked out. The third was just completely uncomfortable, so I worked out. All three times, I wanted to hold them. For those that don't know me, I'm a holder. I never used to be one, but I've realized that, as the guy, your arms are very important. They're protection, comfort, a surrounding from untold fears. With the urge to just lay myself next to these females, I stayed my ground in respect. An individual's room is possibly their sanctuary. An invite is the only way in, especially if I'm interested in one.
It's 2006 now. I've been single for more or less a year now. It's been a speedy year, ups and downs, and reconnected my friendships with old and new individuals. Nearly one month down, eleven to go.
note: I didn't know I'd write this much.