If You Truly Know Me. You Know I'm Super Cuddly.

Well here is an awkward little update. 

Fridays always seem to be tough for me... I think it is partly due to the fact it is the end of the week, and all the new info piled on reaches its overwhelming peak, and I go through 2.5hrs of high-blood-presure-inducing tutoring sessions.  By the time I get back to the barn, get a few more hours of studying in... ALL I want to do is go home and curl up in bed.  

So, back on Wednesday when Islandbeibs asked me if I wanted to watch Toy Story 3 on Friday night so that I could be 'proven wrong'... I probably only agreed because I never thought it would actually happen!  I have NEVER known a guy to actually follow through with what he says.  The only boys I have been linked to (embarrassingly enough) have been just that -little boys who have the maturity level of a 5 year old.  Actually, strike that.  That is offensive to the 5 year olds I know.  Anyway, you get the point - they NEVER ACTUALLY FOLLOW THROUGH WITH SHIT!   At best, they are little douchecanoe-cowards who are more skittish than deer.  Or whatever animal is super skittish?

Moving on.

Islandbeibs actually reminded me when I got back from tutoring about our movie.  I didn't really feel like watching a movie.  At least not with another human being.  Im such a social recluse here - I'm aware of it thanks.  So anyway... not exactly a romantic movie by any stretch of the imagination.  He's being real chatty. And I'm tired.  Which means I am super monotone and super sarcastic and refer to almost everything and everyone as an A-hole. douchecanoe. or saying I wanting to stab certain people in the eye. Bottom line. I'm a southern belle with a certain 'charm'.  

[Shit I need to explain that part because I realize I forgot to add this before... He came up to me on day 2 of our relationship and is all 'oh I've been meaning to ask you... I've noticed you have a very unique accent. I'm picking up some southern belle type thing."
Im all "Riooght.  I'm canadian. I'm from the North."
So he's all "oh what part of Canada. I'm Canadian."
And you couldn't pick out my accent!?]

Moving on.

So I'm sitting there with the most closed body language known to mankind. Legs crossed. Arms crossed. Slouched in chair. Not looking directly at him.  He's getting touchier and touchier.. like everytime I say something sarcastic or when he thinks his point is more correct than mine he like nudges my arm like 'huh huh huh'.  

Then at one point was all "can I see your hand", so I give it to him thinking he wants to see my tattoo (cause that's normally the case with people)... but he just holds my hand and checks out my mole and asks if I have been monitoring it. 

I guess it's sweet he's making sure I don't let a potential skin cancer kill me? 


I can sense him getting closer and closer...  his arm fiiiiinally made its way around my shoulder.
Please tell me you can picture this.  Me sitting there stiff as an effing board.  Arms crossed. With an arm around me.  Thinking 'ohgoshohgoshohgosh. no. This isn't happening.'

Then he gave me these weird hugs all the while keeping his one arm on my shoulder. And he would kinda keep his head lingering near mine and I turned my face up and away.  I basically looked like a 3 year old in a fit of stubbornness.  A good look on me I might add. 

So...shitonastick. I guess with the proposal I should have seen this coming??  But I DIDN'T. I don't know boys that make moves and go for it and are actually serious!  shit.

Can I please add that beibs played competitive table tennis.
Which, let's be completely honest... is borderline amazing. But in a funny way.  Not in a "I wanna jump your bones' or even "I'm okay with your arm around me" kind-of-way.

This will teach me to be nice.  I should have known my big smile and in-general-warm-inviting-demeanor would get me into trouble.