I ended sleeping in the back of my car during my lunch break after our Halloween together. I was falling asleep in class too. I guess that’s what happens when you stay up until 5am. I was so tired but I was excited to see you again in the evening.
You asked if I was too tired to go to the STL Up Late show at 9pm and I said no. I couldn’t help but feel like things were a little off that day. It seemed like you were trying to politely call it off. Normally, I would have accepted that as my cue but I wanted to see what you would do if I said I still wanted to go and I wanted to see your reaction and behavior. So, we planned on sticking with the plans.
I went to the store to pick up some new stuff to make drinks since we had been unsuccessful so far. Funny that I ran into you there, at MY Schnucks. I had about 5 orchids in my cart at the time because it was on sale, which you naturally made fun of. I ended up taking just two of them home.
You picked me up later that evening and we went to the show. On our way there, I told you about the “Marketing Alley” and about the ad agencies in that area. It was one of those things that you wrote off as made up, but of course, later you found it to be true.
I didn’t know that something like STL Up Late existed but of course you would. I thought the show was hilarious. Our favorite was the video about the Halloween candy. We sat close and our arms brushed against each other’s from time to time.
After the show we grabbed a drink at Small Batch and we argued about whether the wallpaper was green or gray. I’m not sure we ever confirmed. When we headed back to the car, you grabbed my hand to cross the street. It was sweet and thoughtful. I think this was the first time you ever held my hand. We weren’t very affectionate at this point.
Maybe we were tired that evening but the evening felt a little off. We didn’t talk much on the way back to my house. When you dropped me off, you peeled off after I barely I shut the car door behind me. Normally, you would wait for me to get to the door but this time I was still standing on the sidewalk.
I found this really odd and slightly rude to be honest. It was barely 10pm on a Saturday night, the night was still young. The thought of you having another date after me crossed my mind. We didn’t declare our status or talk about being exclusivity yet, so I couldn’t rule out that possibility. While I wasn’t mad at the idea, it did put me on guard. My other thought was that maybe you had to poop. I was hoping for the latter.