Oh. My. God.
I seriously never, NEVER thought I’d be writing this…
ELLIOT ASKED ME OUT!
(And I said yes, duh.)
I’m supposed to meet him at the theater in about two hours, then after the movie, we’re going out for dinner. So cliché, right? Dinner and a movie? But… kind of romantic too? Maybe. Hopefully?
It’s so silly. I’ve gone on so many dates before… but I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous. Or excited.
I’ve been so swamped with rehearsals that I haven’t gotten to write very much… But after that first conversation last week, Elliot started talking to me more and more – until he finally asked me out this morning, right after Chemistry.
He told me he’d liked me for a few weeks, but was too afraid to talk to me until the other day. Doesn’t that sound familiar? I had no idea he felt the same way. I almost couldn’t believe it!
I have to admit though, I was kind of surprised when he asked me to go out with him tonight. I mean, a little more notice would have been nice… But I wasn’t about to say no!
Of course, after I’d said yes, rushed back to the apartment, and screamed for about ten minutes straight, I remembered I was supposed to close at the library tonight…
Of course, Mark was totally cool about it. I knew he would be. But he did tease me a little bit when he found out why I can’t do my shift tonight… I had a feeling he would. He’s such a goofball about stuff like that.
When I told him Elliot had picked the movie, he told me this awesome story about back when he was my age, and he took a date to the movies too. Apparently he didn’t warn her it was a slasher movie… And she didn’t tell him that blood and gore made her get sick…
“All over my brand new shoes.” He said. And apparently the hair of the poor lady in front of them too!
Oh my God, could you imagine?! I died laughing. We both did.
Y’know, it’s so easy to forget how old Mark is sometimes. Especially when he laughs like that. Though I guess those little crinkles around his eyes are kind of a giveaway…
Anyway, Mark wasn’t the only one teasing me. Clara wouldn’t stop either – She was making all these jokes about not waiting up for me, and promising to bake me a celebratory cake if I “finally lose my v-card.”
I know she’s just kidding, but I don’t really appreciate her talking like I’m some kind of pathetic loser virgin (I mean, I sorta am. But I don’t need to be reminded about it!)
I was THIS CLOSE to reminding her how she lost her “v-card”, but that would be such a low blow… Even after all these years, she still bristles at any mention of Julian. So I didn’t say it, no matter how much I wanted to.
Instead, I just told her to put away her baking supplies and save them for another time. I’m not having sex with Elliot. Not tonight at least, that’s for damn sure! And, as I told Mark, hopefully I won’t be puking all over him either. Though with how nervous my stomach feels right now… Oh God, I don’t even want to imagine it.
But I guess if disaster does happen to strike and I puke everywhere, Elliot will probably never want to see me again… So at least I won’t have to worry about the sex? Silver lining…?
Okay, I need to stop writing before I freak myself out any more than I already have. And I should probably start getting ready anyway, so… Wish me luck, I guess?
Let’s just hope I won’t need it.