brinner
I am crushing so super hard.
Last Friday Night
I FRENCH KISSED A GINGER FROM OSU LAST FRIDAY NIGHT OH DEAR GOD HE WAS HOT
My Perfect Man (an Interlude)
He’s tall, dark, handsome, and lives far enough away that he can never break my heart.
It seems like the stars are aligning.
Enn: “What I wouldn’t give…”
Jay: “I can finish that sentence. ‘…To apparate. To you.’”
Swoon.
DJ part 5
When I got to India, I missed DJ like crazy. I wanted to badly to call him, text him, e-mail him. Anything to reconcile the fact that we were half a world apart. I wanted to be back in his arms in the Florida beach sun. As much as I loved being with all my relatives in India, I couldn’t stop thinking of the boy I’d left in America. I started sending out update e-mails to my friends (with DJ included on the list) with the vague hope that he would see it, realize how much he missed me, and respond so I could try to figure out what he was thinking about us. Or even about anything. He didn’t respond. I started fretting and overanalyzing why he was ignoring my e-mails. Were they boring? Did he not care? Did I write them too often? Was I crazy?
I wrote about one e-mail a week, and when the trip was just about over, I wrote an e-mail directly to DJ. He finally responded telling me that it sounded like I was having fun and a little update on his life. He told me he was going to Cancun for spring break, and that he missed me and he would see me soon. He signed his e-mail with “DJ *cuddles*” I nearly fainted with excitement. I was so happy that he had finally e-mailed me back with such an adorable e-mail that I was willing to accept that he had ignored me for almost an entire month. And he signed off with *cuddles* which meant he really truly liked me because he knew I loved cuddling (and that is so atypical for a girl!). I responded to him with his new nickname (Scruffy) and told him that I would be in town on Feb 7 and would he want to see me? He responded with “Not Scruffy, It sounds like a date, can’t wait to see you soon!” It confounded me that he suddenly sounded so very interested in seeing me but hadn’t started responding to me until the very end.
I don’t know why, but I accepted it. Maybe it was just because it was a long distance thing that he hadn’t responded when I e-mailed him. Maybe he was too busy to take a minute out of his schedule to respond. Maybe I just wasn’t that important. Maybe he was allergic to too many words.
DJ part 4
But Florida was beautiful. After Matt left Florida, DJ took me out to lunch at a restaurant on the beach somewhere, and we sat in a rocking picnic table booth while listening to the ocean. We talked and smiled like a young couple on the verge of love should, and went to the beach and sat around like bums after lunch. It was just so nice being there with him. I felt incredibly comfortable with him and even indulged him in a little makeout session in the sand. (I might have enjoyed it as well.)
After a few dinners spent with his extended family and a lot of questions from his grandparents about my Jainism faith, it was finally New Year Eve. We all went out to dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Boca Raton and DJ told me he would eat the pineapple appetizer just for me. Gosh, I was just ever so flattered that he would do that for me.
After dinner, we drove back to his parents’ house and started watching the Michigan basketball game (from the DVR). I started getting bored and around 11:50, DJ took me back to his bedroom (now Matt-free) and we sat on his bed while the clock went down to zero. At 12a on Jan 1 in 2009, I got my first New Year kiss. I was blissfully happy. I had a wonderful boy who wanted ME, of all people. After so many boys who just wanted me for my rampant kissing skills, I was so excited that someone would actually want to date me. I wanted to spend every minute of every day in his arms.
New Year’s day was a little bittersweet. After a blissful partial week with my gentleman caller, I had to fly back to Detroit because my Mom and I were going to India for the month of January. DJ dropped me off at the airport and kissed me before I left. He told me he would miss me and what would he do without me for a whole month?
I spent the entire plane ride back thinking I should have slammed him against his SUV and kissed him like I meant it.
DJ part 3
After that date party, DJ and I started hanging out more and more. About a month and a half into dating DJ, I graduated from college. I had about 6 months until I had to move to Cleveland and start my new job. Until then, I would be living at my parents’ house in Troy. On our last night together as two college students, he invited me to Florida for New Year, where he and his family always went for the holiday.
At first, I resisted. ‘Do you really want me there? Are you sure it will be ok with your family if I stay with you at their house?’ DJ told me, ‘I would love it if you could come. After all, the sun gets boring after a while.’ I ended up purchasing a plane ticket for Fort Lauderdale from Dec 26 to Jan 1. I couldn’t resist the extra time to spend with DJ before I went to India with my mom for a month.
We were apart for about 10 days between me graduating and going to Florida, and during that time, we would talk on the phone and text all the time. I woke up to the text message ‘My big bed was soo lonely last night.’ and I smiled because I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that he was thinking of me even when I wasn’t there.
My flight to Fort Lauderdale was delayed by 3 hours. I fretted endlessly because DJ had the horrible habit of falling asleep and not waking up to phone calls, so I made him give me his best friend’s (who was staying in Florida for one more day) phone number. I was convinced that DJ would fall asleep and I would be stuck at the airport until the next morning.
Of course, DJ ended up picking me up exactly on time, and he, his best friend Matt and I all ended up driving back to the house and got there around 1a. DJ and Matt shared a room with twin beds and I got to stay in a guest bedroom with a fold out bed. DJ, Matt and I watched ‘Kung Fu Panda’ or some silly movie like that and Matt fell asleep. DJ told me, ‘I’m so glad you’re here. And in one day, Matt’ll be gone and we can be alone.’ We went to my guest bedroom and he started kissing me on the bed.
After staying up till 5a, he decided it was time to go to sleep. He left me in the guest bedroom and went back to his twin bed. I texted him, ‘Come back to bed.’ He texted me back, ‘Miss you! Gnight.’
The next morning, I woke up around 9a and wandered out of the bedroom to brush my teeth. Matt was out of bed and eating a bagel with DJ’s parents in the sunroom and DJ was still in bed fast asleep. I climbed on top of him and tried to wake up to no avail. He was still out like a light. I decided to go hang out with Matt and his parents. ‘DJ isn’t waking up! How do you deal with this?’ I asked his mom. She responded with, ‘Hmm. Just tell him that there are some pretty Jewish girls wandering around the golf course waiting to meet him.’
My heart broke a little inside as she said that – it clearly meant that he hadn’t told his parents that we were dating, even though it wasn’t ‘official’ yet. I went to his room and woke up him up by asking him why he hadn’t told his parents that we were dating. DJ turned over and said, ‘Ughhh we don’t really talk about that kind of stuff.’
Why I Quit OkCupid
(The saga of DJ will continue soon.)
“Ok, here is the deal, I have my best bud that lives over in Cle Heights, right around the corner from Melt. I ride out there all the time to meet all the guys and gals to go out on the bikes. Since I will be in the area all the time you can be my official “old lady ” and ride with me. ( I would never use that term in real life)( this is cyberspace, so it does not count)ha ha.
“We go everywhere and have a good time always. Hey, at least you will never be bored and always have extra options for stuff to do. We can hang out and be buds, and I will be the perfect example of a real man, and we can keep our eyes out for a boyfriend for you. But….. you will fall madly for me and you will stop looking! ha ( yes, I am that great)
“That is my master plan of manipulation….uh umm, I mean romancing you into falling for me! I AM AN EVIL GENIUS OF LOVE! ha ha ha ha
“yeah, …..anyways.(this is where you say “Yeah , let me nkow how that works out for you”! I am serious though, If we talk here, and are friends,a ride on the bike or a meeting at Melt would be cool sometime. Just an option.
“You do have a great profile, if you would indulge me, what nationality are you?”
DJ part 2 or how i became so insecure in relationships
About four days after our first kiss/date thing, I recieved a text from DJ asking if I was free on Thursday. I responded with, “Maybe, what’s up?” because all the magazines tell me that I shouldn’t be too available and hint that I might have other plans. He told me that his fraternity was having a so-called “date party in Detroit” and wondered would I like to go with him? As a 22 year old super-senior, I was super-excited. Date party!!When the day came, I was soo excited. I wore fancy jeans and a fancy top. DJ picked me up and told me I looked nice, and we went back to his place so I could carbo-load before drinking. When we got to his bus, I was dismayed to learn that I was way too casual amidst all the mini-dresses lacking stockings. Um, hello, it’s December and cold OK?? Also this dismay lasted maybe 5 seconds because DJ conveniently brought along a sprite bottle with a vodka tonic.
The bus took us to a shady part of Detroit. We disembarked from the party bus and walked into the club. This club was really classy — it had people selling roses and even a masseuse just in case dancing wasn’t enough stress relief for me. Ok, so I don’t even like dancing but that is beside the point.
I was probably the oldest girl at the club (and soberest) so I took it upon myself to save all the freshman naives being taken advantage of. “Don’t make out with him!! You’re drunk and don’t know better!” I kept yelling at whichever frosh had that look in her eye. I’m just so ever thoughtful.
Around 11p, Michigan Basketball magically beat Duke and the club erupted in cheers; I cheered even though basketball bores me to death unless I’m at the game. It was at this point that I was feeling happy enough to lean in to kiss Doug. He whispered, “Come on, isn’t this what you were telling the girls not to do earlier?” I said, “I know what I’m doing,” and smiled at him. This continued on the bus when were the only two people awake still (that’s what happens when you don’t pregame like a freshman) and ended up back at his house. I fell asleep in mid-makeout with him and accidentally woke up at 6a with his arms still around me. I smiled.
DJ part 1 or how i became so insecure in relationships
This story starts in 2008 at my summer internship. During the entire summer, DJ and I were friends in passing, and rarely ever spoke to each other because I was spending the entire summer trying to start something with Andrew.
Since DJ went to the same university as I did, I randomly saw him one November day while my student council was serving grilled cheese to the college of engineering masses. He had invited me (and possibly his entire facebook friendslist) to a fundraiser that his fraternity house was having at Rick’s. What should have been tipoffs: 1. He was in a fraternity house. 2. This fraternity house held fundraisers at Rick’s, the bar that men go to when they “want to make bad decisions.”
I asked him if he was actually going to Rick’s, and he said he would go if I would go. I readily agreed, it was my last semester in college and I pretty much looked for any excuse to go to the bar. I met up with him at his house and we walked over to Rick’s together. He paid for all my drinks and then I made him offer to walk me home (3 beers in), even though he lived on the other side of the town. I was feeling especially cheeky after my recent string of successful hookups (he didn’t say no!) so I waited until we were right past University Café (maybe 10 feet past Rick’s) and whispered, “Wanna kiss me?” DJ said, “Well, that was forward,” and leaned in.
validation, part 2
My ex’s new girlfriend contacted me once because she was making a scrapbook for his graduation from Master’s and wanted all of the friends from his past to contribute something to the book. I’m not particularly close with my ex anymore, but we get along. He’s more mature than I am, I guess, because he didn’t hate me forever for dumping him. (I hate every man forever that dumps me.)
Anyway, I was procrastinating on my contribution to the book, when I realized his girlfriend was added to my gchat from all the e-mails she had been sending me. So of course I messaged her, asking inane questions about the book she was making. We started talking, and she started giving me advice about my carpal tunnel symptoms and complimenting my arts and crafts skills. (If I’m not mistaken, she was passive-aggressively commenting that my ex still carried around the seatbelt wallet that I made for him while we were still dating.)
She then invited me to the graduation party she was throwing for him in Ann Arbor during graduation weekend, and slipped the phrase, “btw, his friends think youre hot” into the conversation. Not going to lie, I like it when guys think I’m hot. Validation right there.
Oh the things that make a girl happy.
