Journey 7
Approximately one hour into the "date" things are moving along like a fiber diet. No snags or horribly embarrassing moments as of yet, but the night is still young. He's talking about safe thing.. cars, surfing, NYC, and for this I am thankful. See, guys believe it's really impressive to ask you about your home life, or about your deepest darkest wishes desires or secrets, like telling them you sucked your thumb throughout Jr. High is a real good ice-beaker. Dominic obviously has it all figured out.thank God. I'm not sure though, why he has it figured out, that is. Is it because he's just intelligent, or he's been through enough women to know? Now, if I genuinely thought he liked me, that thought may have disturbed me, but because I'm still questioning why he took interest in me, it's highly amusing. I break into a smile, as he stops in the middle of his sentence. His mouth also curling handsomely.
"You find the crime rate in New York amusing?" He lifts his glass, playfully pursing his lips.
"No..I was just thinking of..something..funny...that happen last week." I piece the sentence together as it comes to me. I wasn't paying attention, and he knows it. His eyes narrow at me, a smile still apparent, before drinking from the glass at his lips.
"I mean.I can make the conversation more interesting, if that's what you're trying to achieve." He challenges sitting his glass down. I swallow, blinking slowly. Now he wants to move into the dark territory.great. He doesn't seem like a bad guy though, so I shift in my seat, sitting my elbows on the table, and plaster a serious look on my face.
"Be my guest." I accept, softly, tilting my head momentarily. The waiter steps to our table suddenly, and we both lean for him to take our used plates. He offers refills and we both decline. He leaves after telling us the check will be along shortly. Dom takes the napkin form his lap, and lays it in front of him across the table. I can tell he's thinking about his next move.
"Tell me what you want." He finally stills in his chair after leaning back, his arms crossed, his face taking on a menacing shade. I smile, partly because I don't understand that demand, and partly because it's a little funny to hear beautiful ask man me what I want.
"What?" I scrunch my face slightly, smiling, and hoping that scary stare will fade soon. Last thing I want is to piss him off. He takes a deep breath, his eyelashes falling as he looks down for a second. He licks his lips, making them glossy and pinker than before, and then looks back up at me, coming out of his offensive stance, and leaning in on the table.
"Jamie." He starts, his voice dropping in pitch and volume.
"Tell me what you want." He says softly, his eyes almost pleading for something, his voice making my skin numb. For a moment, I almost take the low road, and interpret his demand as sexual, but seeing his eyes, I know better, but I'm still unsure. "What do you mean?" I lean in over the table also, my hands clasped together in my lap.
"You laugh at me when I'm talking." He smiles his voice unwavering as he starts.
"You barely eat.and I know for a fact that you didn't even want to some with me tonight." He continues, his smile fading from amused to concerned. My heart drops a little, following the track of this roller coaster it's been on since meeting him. I didn't mean to offend him, and I couldn't just tell him I was thinking about how many women he's been with, not laughing at him. And the only reason I didn't want to come was because.well.I.didn't think he really liked me. My shoulders slump realizing what an ass I can be sometimes. Not like the guy has given me a reason to be cynical. I haven't even given him a chance. That's how deep rooted my cynicism is, I didn't even give him a chance. No wonder I'm alone.
"I.I didn't mean..to..well.I did want to come tonight..I just." I can't even look him in the eye, as I try run for cover. I continue to mumble pieces of an explanation before the waiter bringing the check stops me, and I curse myself softly, reaching for it out of reflex.
"My treat." He lays his hand on top of mine, making my ears ring burn with rushing blood. I'm sure my face is now a warmer shade. I nod slowly, mumbling a thanks, feeling like shit.
"Just tell me what you want, Jamie" He says again, slipping money into the book, and laying back on the table never taking his eyes off me.
"You don't want to be here..or with me.so just tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen" He sighs, waiting for an answer.
"No.I do want to be with you," I blurt, feeling even more low, and immature.
"Then let's go.we can do whatever you want" He pleads, softly, finally smiling again, causing me to mimic him out of relief.
"Whatever I want?" I ask softly, grinning slightly.
"Whatever you want." He nods, looking into my eyes almost challenging me. Doesn't he know better?
"Okay.let's go then.." I stand from my seat after nodding back at him. He stands also leaving a tip, and walking behind me.
"Oh." I stop once we reach the parking, and turn to face him, as he nearly crashes into me.
"I get to drive" I wink, holding my hand out for his keys. He laughs bearing his dazzling white teeth, and fishes inside his pocket slowly, purposefully, as I fake impatience with a sigh, Finally bringing them out of his pockets, he sits them in my hand, with a warning glare.
"Be careful." He adds, in a low tone, walking over to the passenger side. I laugh loudly climbing in, hoping he' up for ride.
Approximately one hour into the "date" things are moving along like a fiber diet. No snags or horribly embarrassing moments as of yet, but the night is still young. He's talking about safe thing.. cars, surfing, NYC, and for this I am thankful. See, guys believe it's really impressive to ask you about your home life, or about your deepest darkest wishes desires or secrets, like telling them you sucked your thumb throughout Jr. High is a real good ice-beaker. Dominic obviously has it all figured out.thank God. I'm not sure though, why he has it figured out, that is. Is it because he's just intelligent, or he's been through enough women to know? Now, if I genuinely thought he liked me, that thought may have disturbed me, but because I'm still questioning why he took interest in me, it's highly amusing. I break into a smile, as he stops in the middle of his sentence. His mouth also curling handsomely.
"You find the crime rate in New York amusing?" He lifts his glass, playfully pursing his lips.
"No..I was just thinking of..something..funny...that happen last week." I piece the sentence together as it comes to me. I wasn't paying attention, and he knows it. His eyes narrow at me, a smile still apparent, before drinking from the glass at his lips.
"I mean.I can make the conversation more interesting, if that's what you're trying to achieve." He challenges sitting his glass down. I swallow, blinking slowly. Now he wants to move into the dark territory.great. He doesn't seem like a bad guy though, so I shift in my seat, sitting my elbows on the table, and plaster a serious look on my face.
"Be my guest." I accept, softly, tilting my head momentarily. The waiter steps to our table suddenly, and we both lean for him to take our used plates. He offers refills and we both decline. He leaves after telling us the check will be along shortly. Dom takes the napkin form his lap, and lays it in front of him across the table. I can tell he's thinking about his next move.
"Tell me what you want." He finally stills in his chair after leaning back, his arms crossed, his face taking on a menacing shade. I smile, partly because I don't understand that demand, and partly because it's a little funny to hear beautiful ask man me what I want.
"What?" I scrunch my face slightly, smiling, and hoping that scary stare will fade soon. Last thing I want is to piss him off. He takes a deep breath, his eyelashes falling as he looks down for a second. He licks his lips, making them glossy and pinker than before, and then looks back up at me, coming out of his offensive stance, and leaning in on the table.
"Jamie." He starts, his voice dropping in pitch and volume.
"Tell me what you want." He says softly, his eyes almost pleading for something, his voice making my skin numb. For a moment, I almost take the low road, and interpret his demand as sexual, but seeing his eyes, I know better, but I'm still unsure. "What do you mean?" I lean in over the table also, my hands clasped together in my lap.
"You laugh at me when I'm talking." He smiles his voice unwavering as he starts.
"You barely eat.and I know for a fact that you didn't even want to some with me tonight." He continues, his smile fading from amused to concerned. My heart drops a little, following the track of this roller coaster it's been on since meeting him. I didn't mean to offend him, and I couldn't just tell him I was thinking about how many women he's been with, not laughing at him. And the only reason I didn't want to come was because.well.I.didn't think he really liked me. My shoulders slump realizing what an ass I can be sometimes. Not like the guy has given me a reason to be cynical. I haven't even given him a chance. That's how deep rooted my cynicism is, I didn't even give him a chance. No wonder I'm alone.
"I.I didn't mean..to..well.I did want to come tonight..I just." I can't even look him in the eye, as I try run for cover. I continue to mumble pieces of an explanation before the waiter bringing the check stops me, and I curse myself softly, reaching for it out of reflex.
"My treat." He lays his hand on top of mine, making my ears ring burn with rushing blood. I'm sure my face is now a warmer shade. I nod slowly, mumbling a thanks, feeling like shit.
"Just tell me what you want, Jamie" He says again, slipping money into the book, and laying back on the table never taking his eyes off me.
"You don't want to be here..or with me.so just tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen" He sighs, waiting for an answer.
"No.I do want to be with you," I blurt, feeling even more low, and immature.
"Then let's go.we can do whatever you want" He pleads, softly, finally smiling again, causing me to mimic him out of relief.
"Whatever I want?" I ask softly, grinning slightly.
"Whatever you want." He nods, looking into my eyes almost challenging me. Doesn't he know better?
"Okay.let's go then.." I stand from my seat after nodding back at him. He stands also leaving a tip, and walking behind me.
"Oh." I stop once we reach the parking, and turn to face him, as he nearly crashes into me.
"I get to drive" I wink, holding my hand out for his keys. He laughs bearing his dazzling white teeth, and fishes inside his pocket slowly, purposefully, as I fake impatience with a sigh, Finally bringing them out of his pockets, he sits them in my hand, with a warning glare.
"Be careful." He adds, in a low tone, walking over to the passenger side. I laugh loudly climbing in, hoping he' up for ride.