Crush'd
Okay. There has been some several meetings over the past week between myself and my crush. So I will try to give a brief yet accurate account of what has happened.
Last Saturday: We met up at his Country Club, where I might become a member, and we briefly chatted before attending our schedule drill session. An hour and a half later, we tried to recover from the torture the tennis pro put use through and headed over the the clay courts to start a singles match. About 15 minutes into the game, the sprinklers came on effectively ended the match. I was down 2-4 but the match was called a draw due to the interruption. We sat on the patio adjacent to the clay courts and we talked for over an hour. I had to end our conversation because I only had one hour until I was suppose to meet several members of the OLTA for "Gay Bingo." The crush would have attended but he made other plans the day before. He said that he will see me tomorrow for tennis ... and we said good-bye.
Last Sunday: The crush didn't show up to tennis. I was eagerly awaiting his arrival, but to no avail. At the end of tennis I pickup up my cellphone to check the time and I noticed a VM from him: " ...sorry it is 10:30 and I just woke up, so I will not be able to make it to tennis", he said groggily. So at least he didn't totally blow me off. Later the day he called and we spoke briefly while waiting at the grocery store.
Last Tuesday: We had plans to meet up at tennis but he got delayed at work, so he showed up about 30 minutes late. I was in the middle of a doubles match so I couldn't get away to challenge him in a game of singles. On Tuesdays, tennis usually lasts from 6pm to 9pm but it was an really hot day so it zapped most of our energy. At 8pm the crush and I took a seat on a bench and chatted until 9pm. This prompted the other player to jokily ask why weren't playing. We were getting up to head home when he asked me if I wanted to get together for lunch sometime since we only worked 10 minutes away from each other. I thought that was a fine idea so I told him that I would send him a message with a plan to get together this coming Thursday (yesterday).
Thursday: While at work I got a couple of e-mail from him asking where and what I like to eat. We ended going to a Tex Mex placed called "Mi Cocina," which was a very interesting decor. They were playing "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on a huge plasma screen while the customers dined. It was very dimly lit, but I guess that was part of the ambiance. I got there ahead of him and due to my inherited lateness I thought he was inside at a table waiting for me. But, surprisingly, I arrived before him. I called him on his cellphone and asked his current location. He was in the parking lot walking toward the entrance, so I got a table and waited. I saw him but it was so dark that he couldn't see me so I called his cellphone to direct him towards me. He finally spotted me and walked towards the table. It was sort of weird seeing him in clothes, I mean, other than his tennis gear. He was wearing a pair of khakis with an apricot LaCoste shirt; I was wearing my black pin-striped wool pants and a long-sleeved grey polo shirt (both from the GAP) and the FAB new shoes IN 100 DEGREE WEATHER. This is what happens when you don't do laundry. Luckily I was in the A/C at work and the restaurant so the heat never really affected me. I pointed out the LaCoste shirt to him because the mentioned that his younger brother had a pink LaCoste that he bought from him. As he looked down at the alligator logo on his shirt he said sheepishly, "Oh, well ... today I decided to dress nice." I don't know if he wanted to dress nice for me, or for the meeting he had after our lunch .. . but I believe it was for me.
I found out some very interesting information about him during the course of our conversation. I wasn't sure of his background and just assumed he was Arab, considering that he lived in Saudi Arabia for 9 years, but I was confused further by his Anglo last name. He was talking about his family and he said "...when we 'got' our brother..." -- I thought it was an odd choice of words. I had him clarify what he meant by 'got' and he told me that his younger brother is adopted -- he was/is as well. "Didn't I tell you this?", he said with a puzzled look. So, his parents are white and there are 4 children: the oldest is the birth child of the parents; my crush, who I now know is of Colombian decent; another sister who is Indian (from India); and the younger brother who is Mexican. I think started to like him more after finding out this information. He said is parents are really liberal -- which I found sort of a given when they have children of many different nationalities -- and even went to a gay wedding. "You will have to meet them.", he said. I am not sure how to process that statement, so I will not speculate about what I think he meant by it. We talked and ate until we both had to head back to work. I asked if he was coming to tennis today, he said that he can't because he has a double match early in the morning tomorrow; also his family is taking him out for a birthday lunch tomorrow because he will be in NYC attending the US Open tennis tournament on his actual birthday. He sort of said that he was free Saturday evening -- which I interpreted as "I am not doing anything so if you give me a call we can hang out." Or maybe I am reading too much into that statement. We had one of those awkward, yet good goodbyes were we shook hands preceded to go our separate way but still continued a staccato conversation. Think of Jennifer Grey's characer in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" where she was smitten by Charlie Sheen's "bad boy" character in the police station.
Friday: I think I am going to send him an e-mail asking if he wants to do something Saturday. Like, "Oh, you mentioned that your were free Saturday. If you want to hangout and do something (i.e. see a movie, solve world hunger, make the space shuttle safe from falling debris)...give me a call."
Saturday: unknown
Last Saturday: We met up at his Country Club, where I might become a member, and we briefly chatted before attending our schedule drill session. An hour and a half later, we tried to recover from the torture the tennis pro put use through and headed over the the clay courts to start a singles match. About 15 minutes into the game, the sprinklers came on effectively ended the match. I was down 2-4 but the match was called a draw due to the interruption. We sat on the patio adjacent to the clay courts and we talked for over an hour. I had to end our conversation because I only had one hour until I was suppose to meet several members of the OLTA for "Gay Bingo." The crush would have attended but he made other plans the day before. He said that he will see me tomorrow for tennis ... and we said good-bye.
Last Sunday: The crush didn't show up to tennis. I was eagerly awaiting his arrival, but to no avail. At the end of tennis I pickup up my cellphone to check the time and I noticed a VM from him: " ...sorry it is 10:30 and I just woke up, so I will not be able to make it to tennis", he said groggily. So at least he didn't totally blow me off. Later the day he called and we spoke briefly while waiting at the grocery store.
Last Tuesday: We had plans to meet up at tennis but he got delayed at work, so he showed up about 30 minutes late. I was in the middle of a doubles match so I couldn't get away to challenge him in a game of singles. On Tuesdays, tennis usually lasts from 6pm to 9pm but it was an really hot day so it zapped most of our energy. At 8pm the crush and I took a seat on a bench and chatted until 9pm. This prompted the other player to jokily ask why weren't playing. We were getting up to head home when he asked me if I wanted to get together for lunch sometime since we only worked 10 minutes away from each other. I thought that was a fine idea so I told him that I would send him a message with a plan to get together this coming Thursday (yesterday).
Thursday: While at work I got a couple of e-mail from him asking where and what I like to eat. We ended going to a Tex Mex placed called "Mi Cocina," which was a very interesting decor. They were playing "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on a huge plasma screen while the customers dined. It was very dimly lit, but I guess that was part of the ambiance. I got there ahead of him and due to my inherited lateness I thought he was inside at a table waiting for me. But, surprisingly, I arrived before him. I called him on his cellphone and asked his current location. He was in the parking lot walking toward the entrance, so I got a table and waited. I saw him but it was so dark that he couldn't see me so I called his cellphone to direct him towards me. He finally spotted me and walked towards the table. It was sort of weird seeing him in clothes, I mean, other than his tennis gear. He was wearing a pair of khakis with an apricot LaCoste shirt; I was wearing my black pin-striped wool pants and a long-sleeved grey polo shirt (both from the GAP) and the FAB new shoes IN 100 DEGREE WEATHER. This is what happens when you don't do laundry. Luckily I was in the A/C at work and the restaurant so the heat never really affected me. I pointed out the LaCoste shirt to him because the mentioned that his younger brother had a pink LaCoste that he bought from him. As he looked down at the alligator logo on his shirt he said sheepishly, "Oh, well ... today I decided to dress nice." I don't know if he wanted to dress nice for me, or for the meeting he had after our lunch .. . but I believe it was for me.
I found out some very interesting information about him during the course of our conversation. I wasn't sure of his background and just assumed he was Arab, considering that he lived in Saudi Arabia for 9 years, but I was confused further by his Anglo last name. He was talking about his family and he said "...when we 'got' our brother..." -- I thought it was an odd choice of words. I had him clarify what he meant by 'got' and he told me that his younger brother is adopted -- he was/is as well. "Didn't I tell you this?", he said with a puzzled look. So, his parents are white and there are 4 children: the oldest is the birth child of the parents; my crush, who I now know is of Colombian decent; another sister who is Indian (from India); and the younger brother who is Mexican. I think started to like him more after finding out this information. He said is parents are really liberal -- which I found sort of a given when they have children of many different nationalities -- and even went to a gay wedding. "You will have to meet them.", he said. I am not sure how to process that statement, so I will not speculate about what I think he meant by it. We talked and ate until we both had to head back to work. I asked if he was coming to tennis today, he said that he can't because he has a double match early in the morning tomorrow; also his family is taking him out for a birthday lunch tomorrow because he will be in NYC attending the US Open tennis tournament on his actual birthday. He sort of said that he was free Saturday evening -- which I interpreted as "I am not doing anything so if you give me a call we can hang out." Or maybe I am reading too much into that statement. We had one of those awkward, yet good goodbyes were we shook hands preceded to go our separate way but still continued a staccato conversation. Think of Jennifer Grey's characer in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" where she was smitten by Charlie Sheen's "bad boy" character in the police station.
Friday: I think I am going to send him an e-mail asking if he wants to do something Saturday. Like, "Oh, you mentioned that your were free Saturday. If you want to hangout and do something (i.e. see a movie, solve world hunger, make the space shuttle safe from falling debris)...give me a call."
Saturday: unknown
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