On Thursday, Patrick met my mom, and that was interesting. She told my dad she liked him, that he's like my uncle Mike without the frat boy attitude. We gave him a ride to his apartment and once he was out, my mom had lots of questions. She wanted to know if we were officially together and when I said I didn't know, she asked when "we'll" find out. She asked why we're not together. I told her he said he wasn't looking for a relationship, and when he asked me what I'm looking for I said I didn't know.
Then she asked what we talk about, which I think is an unusual question, but I told her the truth. We talk about the most random things, plants, life, the universe, all of it. The other day he told me about some astronomers watching a star being born 6 billion years ago. It's THAT random. What I didn't tell her is that it's great even when we're not talking. At least it's great for me. I can't speak for Patrick, but when it's silent, we sort of just enjoy the silence unless we can think of something to say.
Thursday I was excited because Friday was the party. I dropped Cianne off at work and then met Patrick at a coffee shop in the "historic downtown" area of the city he lives in. We talked for a little while and then went to his place. After that, Rubios (with some free meal coupons my mom gave me) and we walked to Safeway. While we were walking he asked if I want kids in the future. My mom asks me that a lot, so I'm not sure why I was caught so off-guard when he did. We went into Safeway and he picked up a case of beer for the party (so thoughtful, I was ready to show up with nothing).
He was paying when I got a call for a job interview at a place in Santana Row (that my friend Yasmine told me I should apply for)! I am more than excited! If Stanford decides they'd like to hire me, I think I'll work both jobs. Because having Stanford University on a résumé looks pretty good, I'm sure.
So we picked up my sister from work and she took much longer than expected, she was about 45min late. I drove us back to his place so I could put on my pajama pants (it was really chilly out). Before we walked to the party, he said he had something to show me, I had no idea what to expect. We walked and talked and he stopped me in front of a wall of star jasmine!
It was beautiful and smelled delicious! (I introduced him to star Jasmine on the day we hung out at Panera Bread, that's part of why it was so special.) He knew I'd love it, which was the sweetest thing. So we walked to the party, talking about random things, and when we arrived, I saw the hosts of the party fire spinning. It was amazing. Patrick went before I did, took both rods and spun them around.
I was pretty afraid to do it, given my clumsiness, but eventually I did. It was amazing, and really warm. After that, we sort of went our separate ways. I jumped on the trampoline for a while and he went inside to get a beer. Then I got off and found him, he was mingling. I went inside where video games were happening inside and I conversed with a girl about cats and how we met the hosts.
After she left, I found Patrick again and joined in another conversation. One of the hosts (the girlfriend of the guy who invited me) was setting up mats on the grass for wrestling. She wrestled with this guy and he had to tap out twice! It was amazing. Patrick was getting really hyped up next to me. After they were done, he wrestled her. She was very well trained in wrestling, but Patrick got her in some kind of hold, twice.
The very interesting part was that next, Jhonny (the host) wrestled Patrick! Because the rules were unclear, Jhonny stood up and got Patrick in a hold, he tapped out the first round. The second round, once the rules were clear, they went again. This round lasted a while. It was so intense I couldn't look away. Jhonny kept grabbing Patrick's neck in some sort of choke hold. Patrick told me after it cracked his neck and it was hurting a little after.
I don't remember much, but what I do remember is that they wrestled each other off of the mats and onto the grass, Patrick red in the face and Jhonny concentrated. Jhonny stood up, bringing Patrick with him, and slammed him down onto the mat, trying to get him to let go so he could pin him. I think my heart stopped as I watched. I wasn't sure because I wasn't breathing either. Jhonny kept raising his fist in the air to try and intimidate Patrick, to scare him into letting go but he paid no mind. Patrick remained focused, keeping Jhonny's hands away from his neck. They kept wrestling until both were sweaty and very exhausted. My heart resumed beating and I took a breath.
Afterwards, they smiled and complimented each other, shook hands and made plans to do it again. Jhonny asked who brought him to the party and Patrick gestured to me and said "this lovely lady right here". My heart fluttered. I could tell Patrick was more than exhausted. When the two were done talking, I got him some water and a paper towel to wipe the grass off of his face and neck.
I don't remember the order it happened in, only that I gave him the water, started wiping his face with the paper towel, and he said "Thank you, baby," with a huge smile. I don't know what face I made, but it must have been priceless. I continued wiping his face, dabbing at sweat and picking off pieces of grass now stuck to him. Then, I think he said "You're too good to me." Was I breathing? I didn't know and I didn't care.
From that point on, I sat on his lap and we watched some people play video games until we were both ready to leave. We said our goodbyes and walked back to his apartment, exchanging life stories and experiences. When we got to his place, we went talked with one of his roommates for a little while, and then went to bed. Nothing compared to waking up and seeing his face.
I didn't have that moment of "Where am I? How did I get here? Oh yeah!" I woke up and saw his face. I kissed him and went back to sleep. I think this happened a few times. When we finally got up he made us tea and breakfast! So far I'm at first party I've ever been to, first time sleeping at a guy's house, first time someone's made breakfast for me. He's just so great.
Because he cooked, I washed the dishes, and he said "Thanks, baby" again. He's so interesting also. He's a honey and cinnamon kind of guy, that's what he put in my tea. For breakfast we had eggs and sweet potato that he sliced, peppered, oiled, and stuck in the oven. It was foreign to me but so delicious.
He dances and sings a lot which I love because he's not afraid to be silly and have fun like other people I've been with. They've been to afraid to "look stupid" or uncool. I love that Patrick has no problem being silly. It's one of my favorite things about him. After breakfast and listening to music, we took a nap before he had to leave for work, and when he did it sucked, but he came back because he lost his watch.
I watched him leave through the window in his room. I though about how lucky I am to have met someone who makes himself so happy. I can tell in the way he walks, the way he sighs in the sunshine that he couldn't be happier with life. Except maybe if he got to play with a sea turtle. After he left I went back to sleep smiling. I was in his bed, smelling him everywhere. It was amazing.
When I woke up, one of his roommates was playing amazing music. They all have the best taste in music. Not the crap that's on the radio, but their own reggae, rock, blues, r&b, ugh it's great. I really like Jack Johnson, Patrick played him today while we were napping/half-awake. Since Patrick was gone, I got some work done and chatted with his roommate, who is so interesting.
He's a musical genius. My age, writing songs, playing guitar and he sings beautifully. I'd be surprised if he's single, but at the same time I could understand it. With roommates like he has and such a love for music. . . I could see it. Before I left, I texted Patrick I left him a printout for our Abnormal Psychology class. He replied "Thanks, sugar :)". My sister didn't see how big my smile was.
While I was pumping gas, I texted him that I was about to drive home, and he replied something like "Okay baby, get home safely". He says the greatest things at the greatest times. What was the best for me was that he said it aloud and in public before he started texting it to me. I'm very happy, if you can't tell. I told my friends that he called me baby and one of them asked if we're "together" now.
I think I could argue we've been "together" since we've met, because we started hanging out soon after. I told my friend that I didn't know, nor did I care. I like spending time with Patrick and we make each other happy. If he doesn't want a committed or official relationship, that's fine by me. I'm enjoying every bit of time I get to spend with him, because that's what is really important to me.
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