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Date Night
Jan. 26th, 2017 11:24 amSomehow, I managed to convince Ron to join me at Boulder for Open Mic Night. Our weekly Open Mic is Tuesdays at the Lovin' Cup with a group of us. Occasionally, I like to catch up with just me and him, so I try to get him to come out to a cafe I can walk to.
He got there before I even left my house - we decided to meet up at 8, so I decided to leave at 7:30 (I was lollygagging up til he texted me at 7:24 anyway, but it only takes 15 or so minutes for me to get there. Voltaire put up a contest to win a date with him, so I had to enter it). I arrived and my glasses immediately fogged up, so I removed them and texted him requesting his location. "Turn around," he replied. He was right by the door. We always sit on the entrance-side of the cafe, rather than the stage side, because the stage side is always way too crowded, and too loud, and we like to hear each other talk when it's just us.
We got to talk about our goals for the next year (well, mostly it was him - good thing he loves to talk and I love to listen to him talk). We talked about music lessons (he wants to take trombone lessons, but is apprehensive). We also talked about our friend John (his best friend). We're a little concerned about his health. He's morbidly obese and that's caused a lot of serious physical and mental health issues, and every time we get together, we rack our brains trying to figure out a good first step. And we talked about feminism - healthy adult debates between people we know about certain issues, and how Ron stood up beautifully for a woman's bodily autonomy. That made me smile. That made me love him. That made me trust him enough to say out loud that I'm asexual, because it was on topic while discussing pregnancy. I made a mitosis joke. He looked me dead in the eyes. Through me. And I couldn't tell if he thought I was taking the piss or being serious, or feeling upset like so many others had when I said it out loud to them. But I think he respects that.
We also talked about a rather intense mutual friend he was avoiding for the week - who ended up being there the whole time we were! Only, we didn't realize until after we left, after Ron dropped me off, Charles landed there and texted me to see if I was still there. He'd just missed me. He said he saw Matt, and hung out to watch him perform (he's a freestyle drummer). Ron and I sat by the door. Matt must have been in the crowded room with the stage.
I tried my best to get Jeff to come out. Jeff is how I met Ron in the first place - the three of us were in a movie together. They act in films together all the time, or at least once or twice a year, but almost never get to hang out as friends. We also talked about the real reason why that happens (the wicked witch of a mother who makes Trump look like the fuckin' Pope!) and lamented on how his mother's short umbilical leash hurts their friendship. I'll still try. I know the burden of being mentally unable to allow yourself a nice night out is lightened a bit when a friend asks to hang out, even if you still can't.
I'm trying to get Ron to say yes to a museum event date, and if he does, I'm going to buy Jeff a ticket, too, and will make absolutely sure he comes out.
He got there before I even left my house - we decided to meet up at 8, so I decided to leave at 7:30 (I was lollygagging up til he texted me at 7:24 anyway, but it only takes 15 or so minutes for me to get there. Voltaire put up a contest to win a date with him, so I had to enter it). I arrived and my glasses immediately fogged up, so I removed them and texted him requesting his location. "Turn around," he replied. He was right by the door. We always sit on the entrance-side of the cafe, rather than the stage side, because the stage side is always way too crowded, and too loud, and we like to hear each other talk when it's just us.
We got to talk about our goals for the next year (well, mostly it was him - good thing he loves to talk and I love to listen to him talk). We talked about music lessons (he wants to take trombone lessons, but is apprehensive). We also talked about our friend John (his best friend). We're a little concerned about his health. He's morbidly obese and that's caused a lot of serious physical and mental health issues, and every time we get together, we rack our brains trying to figure out a good first step. And we talked about feminism - healthy adult debates between people we know about certain issues, and how Ron stood up beautifully for a woman's bodily autonomy. That made me smile. That made me love him. That made me trust him enough to say out loud that I'm asexual, because it was on topic while discussing pregnancy. I made a mitosis joke. He looked me dead in the eyes. Through me. And I couldn't tell if he thought I was taking the piss or being serious, or feeling upset like so many others had when I said it out loud to them. But I think he respects that.
We also talked about a rather intense mutual friend he was avoiding for the week - who ended up being there the whole time we were! Only, we didn't realize until after we left, after Ron dropped me off, Charles landed there and texted me to see if I was still there. He'd just missed me. He said he saw Matt, and hung out to watch him perform (he's a freestyle drummer). Ron and I sat by the door. Matt must have been in the crowded room with the stage.
I tried my best to get Jeff to come out. Jeff is how I met Ron in the first place - the three of us were in a movie together. They act in films together all the time, or at least once or twice a year, but almost never get to hang out as friends. We also talked about the real reason why that happens (the wicked witch of a mother who makes Trump look like the fuckin' Pope!) and lamented on how his mother's short umbilical leash hurts their friendship. I'll still try. I know the burden of being mentally unable to allow yourself a nice night out is lightened a bit when a friend asks to hang out, even if you still can't.
I'm trying to get Ron to say yes to a museum event date, and if he does, I'm going to buy Jeff a ticket, too, and will make absolutely sure he comes out.
