ihavebeenfloated

Sorry, didn’t mean to drop off the face of the earth. Though I didn’t really, it has felt like I did.

Saturday night I’m sitting there on OKCupid, on the phone with Chandler, passing the time before I would leave to go and see Rocky. This girl who I had seen on OKCupid when I first joined however many months ago is online, shockingly. I tell Chandler about her profile, she seems kinda scary and Russian, so I’d never messaged her out of fear. I jokingly suggest I message her and ask her if she wants to go to Rocky, knowing full well I didn’t think I had the balls to do it, but apparently I did.

Since I did.

And Trista, her name, agreed.

So I picked her up and we three went to Rocky together.

And it was good.

Monday night I get home at two in the morning from Mike’s house. A long few hours of playing Halo 2 there made me feel relatively pathetic. I see Trista online and I message her.

She says, I just made the most amazing sandwich ever.

I say, I could totally go for a sandwich right now.

She says, I could make you one if you were here, but you’re not.

I say, well, say the word, being “sandwich” in this case, and I’ll be there.

She says, Alright.

It wasn’t “sandwich” but it was close enough to get my ass in the car.

I get to her house at about 2:30 AM Tuesday. She makes me a killer sandwich, and we talk about nothing until I fall asleep on her couch at six in the morning.

We wake up at twelve or something, and we drive to my house so I can buy some important college books. We head to Puffy Taco and get a bite to eat, then turn back to her area so we can meet some friend of hers somewhere. Her friend never materializes and I realize something, quite incorrectly, and state, “It’s Tuesday, right?”

I had this notion of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art having a free day on the second Tuesday of every month. I don’t know where I got this notion from, because I thought maybe it was Norton Simon just now, but it’s not that either. Weird.

Anyway, we head to LACMA and spend a long time staring at Tim Hawkinson’s amazing stuff, and then walking around the modern art gallery for a long time before we end up staring at the tar pits for an hour or so.

We head back to her house so she can change, and I end up staying there for a while and her mother cooks pork chops, mac and cheese, and a good salad. For reference, I don’t like cucumber, but I ate just about every chunk of cucumber in that salad. The salad was primarily (80%) cucumber. There’s your punchline.

I take a shower back at my house. We watch The Salton Sea due to a lack of anything better to do, then sit and stare at Gene Pool for about half an hour.

We were watching Gene Pool until 2:30 AM Wednesday rolled around and I said, “Well, there we have it, happy twenty-four hours together.” I took her home about half an hour later.

I got home about midnight tonight, another, though brief, night of hanging out with Mike and company, not so pathetic feeling this time. I get home and right as I set myself back, she sets an away message that states something like, “Whoever can take me to IHOP for coffee and french fries right now will get my love forever.”

I couldn’t resist.

So, at 1:00 AM we’re sitting at IHOP. She’s eating french fries and I’m enjoying french toast.

At 2:30 AM she’s wading barefoot through a huge fountain on a hillside and I am betting her that I can jump across it. It’s easily twelve feet wide, if not more.

I get a running start and try my best.

I miss the edge by about a foot.

We wind up in the parking lot of the Montebello Town Center and I’m trying to teach her how to drive. She’s terrified of it. I have to teach her how to ride a bicycle as well. That’s kind of cool.

There were other things too, but I’m really tired, so I think I’m going to go to bed.