Sitting on the futon in my living room, we talked all night
. We had met before, but only once. Somehow, she ended up at my house that night (facilitated
, possibly, by my roommates). She talked about her ex-boyfriend. I talked about mine. We talked about Ani DiFranco
Suddenly, she looked at me and said seriously: "Can I tell you something? Without anything getting weird?"
Shrugging, I nodded.
"I was interested in you when I met you," she admitted, looking down, examining something on the futon. "There was something we had in common ... I don't know. I've been trying to get up the nerve to hang out with you for a while."
Blankly, I looked at her, confused. "What is this beautiful, beautiful woman settling for?" I wondered vaguely.
"Ummmm ... so, I just wanted you to know that. I mean, I want to just chill with you, but I thought you should know ..." She finally looked up from the futon. "Is everything cool?"
I grinned. "Yeah ... I appreciate you letting me know," I smiled at her.
Then, she shifted position and smiled a little sigh of relief, and ... her knee touched mine.
And I somehow knew this situation was only going to get more complicated.