2004-01-15 - 4:59 a.m.
Yesterday was almost perfect. For some reason it seemed like I had too much I had to get done, and I was worried I wouldn't get to see Lisa at all; yet, somehow I ended up spending the entire day with her. We had a very long conversation about various things, she mentioned how bad she felt about the way she acted last Friday, and I also said some things that I'd needed to get out in the open.
Most importantly she made me play a rather long guessing game, which left me feeling very happy, though somewhat dense:
"Guess what."
"What?"
"Guess."
"What?"
"Guess?"
"Um... I look funny?"
"Yes."
"I've got huge ears?"
"Uh-hu."
"Er, you're going to punch me?"
"Yep, keep going, all right so far."
"I dunno, how am I just supposed to guess something out of the blue? You should just tell me."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Just no."
"Is it something hurtfull?"
"Yes, very hurtful... of course not! How could this ever be hurtful?"
"How should I know. Maybe if you told me...?"
"Oh come on, it should be obvious."
"Hmm, you're holding my chin... should I shave?"
"No! I'm just lifting it so I can see your face."
"Then what is it?"
"You already know, or at least I think you do."
"If you told me you could be sure."
"But I'm not going to."
"Why not?"
"It's too built up now, it's difficult."
"Can I unbuild somehow?"
"I was trying to but I failed."
"I see. *idea* What if I guess something that's awkward though, and it turns out to be wrong?"
"It's not."
"So if I was going to guess something awkard, than that probably wouldn't be it then?"
"I don't know... no, I guess it could seem sort of awkward."
*pause*
"Hmm, okay, I think I know."
"Oh really?"
"Mm, yes, *hugs* but I still think you should tell me sometime."
"...I love you."
"I love you too."
Aw, isn't that sweet? No one has ever said that to me before and really meant it. Heh, and exactly two weeks after we first started dating. It seems very fitting.
The only reason the evening wasn't quite perfect is that while I was out enjoying myself with Lisa, my parents were at home worrying about me, because I'd forgotten to call them. Generally, I try not to do that, but everyone messes up from time to time. The worst part was that I was so happy when I got home, I couldn't even give the impression that I felt bad as my mom was chewing me out. I did feel bad, but nothing could have brought me down from that point. Anyway, I'll make it up to them. Heh, they are grounding me from Lisa for two days... what a foolish thing. First of all, it wouldn't do any good, and second, there is nothing they can do about me seeing her. When are they going to let go though? I'm eighteen. There will have to come a point when they stop worrying about me, so that I'm not always weighed down by a concern for them with my choices in life. I wish that time were now, so I know that they wouldn't worry. They make life so difficult for themselves at times.
