Once upon a time I was 19 years old and laying on a daybed in Jeff's bedroom. He was laying on the other end of the daybed. He was trying not to touch me. I was trying to take up a lot of space so that he would have to touch me. Turns out, this is not an easy thing to do when you only take up about 4 feet of space.
We were watching an Adam Sandler movie that I'd never seen before. It was the night before I was scheduled to go out of town on a youth-teaching trip to Tennessee with a bunch of people I'd never met before. He was burning me some CD's of inspirational music to take with me on the trip. I slid my feet closer to him. He moved his away. He was a wiry one, that boy.
The CD's weren't finished when I got up to leave. He told me to stop by in the morning before I left. I did. At 6am. He answered the door with no shirt on. I got all red faced about that. He is hot with no shirt on. He gave me the CDs and half hugged me goodbye. He mentioned he didn't think I should go on that trip. I left.
I came back with a new boyfriend.
I tried to introduce them. Jeff's dog peed on my shirt that night. The introduction didn't go well either.
He didn't think I should date that guy. He called me to tell me. This was a precarious situation. He didn't say he liked me. I said thanks. Then we stopped speaking. For years.
The other day an Adam Sandler movie came on. We were laying on the couch. I was on one end. He was on the other. I slid my feet closer to him. He reached over and held me.
Life is funny.
