Assumptions
Friday night found me with two invites out. One with the normal group of Mormon people (Sine, et al), and one to a party at Cyclist's place. I decided to do dinner with Sine, skip the movie, and head over to the party in downtown.
It seems to me that all the Mormon kids do is dinner and a moive—there's lots to be said for variety.
The party was pretty fun, very chill. After about an hour or so a very pressing question occurred to one of the women who had been at the previous pie party. "Hey Granola," she said, capturing the attention of all 7 guests, "where's your boy?"
"Well, first he's not my boy. And second, he's at another party with his sister."
There was a chorus of "Oh? You're not dating? I thought you were!?" Which launched us into a big-huge discussion on how we're not dating, and how he doesn't want to date me. And, most importantly, how I should tell him that I'm interested in him. Where by 'us' I mean: the entire party.
I asked why they thought we were together and one said body language. The initial questioner even said that if we weren't dating she thought that at least one of us was interested. Another woman concurred, but indicated that she thought it was him who was the most interested. Her reasoning? He seemed to be "puppy dogging" me the whole evening—looking to me for social cues, or what to do next. As if I were the dominant one in the relationship. Interesting. I'm not sure I understand exactly what she means.
The final assessment was: I need to tell him how I feel, and they don't believe me that he's not interested.
It seems to me that all the Mormon kids do is dinner and a moive—there's lots to be said for variety.
The party was pretty fun, very chill. After about an hour or so a very pressing question occurred to one of the women who had been at the previous pie party. "Hey Granola," she said, capturing the attention of all 7 guests, "where's your boy?"
"Well, first he's not my boy. And second, he's at another party with his sister."
There was a chorus of "Oh? You're not dating? I thought you were!?" Which launched us into a big-huge discussion on how we're not dating, and how he doesn't want to date me. And, most importantly, how I should tell him that I'm interested in him. Where by 'us' I mean: the entire party.
I asked why they thought we were together and one said body language. The initial questioner even said that if we weren't dating she thought that at least one of us was interested. Another woman concurred, but indicated that she thought it was him who was the most interested. Her reasoning? He seemed to be "puppy dogging" me the whole evening—looking to me for social cues, or what to do next. As if I were the dominant one in the relationship. Interesting. I'm not sure I understand exactly what she means.
The final assessment was: I need to tell him how I feel, and they don't believe me that he's not interested.
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