“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
After the rock climbing trip I was expecting something to change between Calvin and me. I mean he did acknowledge my existence AND volunteer to be my partner even though all signs pointed to me dropping him on his head.
But nothing came of it. We went back to weekly activities with little to no interaction. I hated this. For the first time since leaving BYU it felt like I'd found prime real estate in relationshipville and I was just waiting for a signal before I signed the lease. Yet instead of signals I was left in silence.
But I continued to rouge up and attend every friendly interaction waiting for anything. Then I began to notice something. He was watching me. Not like some creepo or anything, but whenever someone made a comment his eyes would flicker to mine like he was gauging how I felt.
This was all good fun, but I was in no mood for another Bingley in my life. All eyes and no action makes for a bitter Bluestocking.
Then one night after a dinner out, our friends invited us over to watch a movie. I backed out because my bed was calling (he can be rather insistent), but on my way to my car Calvin approached and insisted that I come. Five minutes later we were sharing a couch and fueling a conversation consisting of just the two of us.
It was all kinds of bizarre.
At one point my friend called out to me asking about some book I was reading and we started a fun group convo about literature. If I haven’t made this clear before now, I love literature. My room is 75% books and 25% bed. I asked Calvin if liked to read and he said “No, I feel like fiction is a complete waste of time.”
This coming from the climber of rocks.
The only phrase I could get out was “are you kidding me?!” before our other friends quickly did a “haha you shouldn’t have said that to her. Let’s watch the movie!” click.
I spent the first half of the movie making a list of every major work of fiction I had read and how it changed my life and the lives of millions for the better. And the second half convincing myself that pinning him down and making him listen to my list would make everyone in the room feel uncomfortable. I mean I would feel better, but sometimes it's not about me.
There went three weeks of eye flirting down the drain.
-The Bluestocking
P.S. He's not an idiot, I just couldn't figure out how to change the last word to intolerably stupid.
5 comments:
Haha, I've had similar encounters. Trying to decide if it's too much to ask for a guy to be cute, intelligent, interesting, and like to read. Maybe I should lower my expectations?
Ok now I feel bad for calling him stupid. He’s actually pretty great, but why oh why did he have to say he thought it was a waste of time. He knows I love it. He knows! At least pretend you like it for our sake.
Also anonymous 1, there are exceptions for guys who respect your passion and are willing to give it a try; for instance, reading your favorite book. So it’s not about lower your expectations; it’s about looking for guys who are worth making exceptions for.
This is a real thing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYpofvqVxzc&sns=em
Maryfofary,
I will be showing this to Calvin ASAP. Thank you!!
-The Bluestocking
This is a great post, thanks for sharing it
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