Sleep Over Party
It's been snowing here for what seems like forever. Today when the snow isn't falling from the sky it's being blown by the wind. It started snowing last night right around rush hour to make things interesting. But it didn't really start snowing heavier until around nine, the same time I was supposed to meet Jack for our date. Instead of canceling it, my roommate thought I should invite him over, she had rented some movies and bought some significant amounts of wine and liquor. Even though I thought he might give Jack the wrong idea, I invited him over.
Awkward at first for so many reasons. First, my new interest was in the same room as my last interest's brother. Second, I really didn't know Jack beyond our few conversations on the phone, it felt weird having him in my house. It felt really weird when he sat next to me on the couch when the lights were turned off and we stared watching the movie. However, halfway through the movie, his arm was around me and my arms rested on his legs. We kissed for the first time in the middle of a violent scene.
When the movie was over, we looked outside. His car had already been plowed in, the streets were still snow covered and it was still snowing. I invited him to stay over. He agreed on the condition that he wouldn't be pressured to do anything. He was joking.
We really didn't do much. I forced him to watch Bridget Jones' Diary because he had never watched. I think he liked it but wouldn't admit it. My roommate and her boyfriend went upstairs halfway through the movie. They complained they had already watched the movie "too many damn times" but I think it was a ploy to allow me to be alone with Jack.
This lead to us making out. He's a great kisser. His hands didn't go anywhere they weren't suppose to.
After the movie, we went up to my room. I fell asleep in his arms. He woke me up with a surprise. While he was shovleing out his, he shoveled out my car, my roommates car and her boyfriend's car. He seems to good to be true.
Depending on the weather, we might out tonight for our first real date. But I hope it snows, I'd like him to spend another night here.
Awkward at first for so many reasons. First, my new interest was in the same room as my last interest's brother. Second, I really didn't know Jack beyond our few conversations on the phone, it felt weird having him in my house. It felt really weird when he sat next to me on the couch when the lights were turned off and we stared watching the movie. However, halfway through the movie, his arm was around me and my arms rested on his legs. We kissed for the first time in the middle of a violent scene.
When the movie was over, we looked outside. His car had already been plowed in, the streets were still snow covered and it was still snowing. I invited him to stay over. He agreed on the condition that he wouldn't be pressured to do anything. He was joking.
We really didn't do much. I forced him to watch Bridget Jones' Diary because he had never watched. I think he liked it but wouldn't admit it. My roommate and her boyfriend went upstairs halfway through the movie. They complained they had already watched the movie "too many damn times" but I think it was a ploy to allow me to be alone with Jack.
This lead to us making out. He's a great kisser. His hands didn't go anywhere they weren't suppose to.
After the movie, we went up to my room. I fell asleep in his arms. He woke me up with a surprise. While he was shovleing out his, he shoveled out my car, my roommates car and her boyfriend's car. He seems to good to be true.
Depending on the weather, we might out tonight for our first real date. But I hope it snows, I'd like him to spend another night here.
3 Comments:
At 4:02 PM, Anonymous said…
molly the story was entertaining. theres something about the way you write, the cadence of the words, that puts a distance between us and the action. i'm not saying its a bad thing, hemingway has something similar going on, reminding us that we were observers...i don't know. i actually enjoy a certain rhythm in literature, because then i can "hear" the words better in my head. ursula leguin took this to a beautiful resolution in the first three books of her "earthsea" series, the sing-song quality of her word choice fit the material like hand in glove.
a suggestion i have for all your stories is to sketch just a bit more for us so we can invest in the characters and situation to a greater degree. to keep with the hemingway reference, his economy of words did not take away from the story because he chose them so well, he pointed us in a direction and we filled in the rest. rembrant does this in his portraits, many set in a heavily shadowed setting. by painting just enough for us to mentally complete a face or garment, he created a richer whole in the work.
as for jack, sounds like a solid guy. for some reason i'm waiting for the other shoe to drop but i'm a cynic (heh). stopped snowing here, bundle up and watch the ice
At 8:14 AM, Anonymous said…
ugh, sorry for the redux, but re-reading my post with a few cups of coffee i had to edit so it made sense:
molly the story was entertaining. theres something about the way you write, the cadence of the words, that puts a distance between us and the action. i'm not saying its a bad thing, hemingway has something similar going on, reminding us that we were observers...i don't know. the cadence also has a spoken word aspect to it, its conversational. i actually enjoy a certain rhythm in literature, because then i can "hear" the words better in my head. ursula leguin took this to a beautiful resolution in the first three books of her "earthsea" series, the sing-song quality of her word choice fit the material like hand in glove.
a suggestion i have for all your stories is to sketch just a bit more for us so we can invest in the characters and situation to a greater degree. to keep with the hemingway reference, his economy of words did not take away from the story because he chose them so well, he pointed us in a direction and we filled in the rest. rembrant does this in his portraits, many set in a heavily shadowed background. by painting just enough for us to mentally complete a face or garment, he created a richer whole in the work.
as for jack, sounds like a solid guy. for some reason i'm waiting for the other shoe to drop but i'm a cynic (heh). stopped snowing here, bundle up and watch the ice
At 4:32 PM, Molly said…
I think you're right. I've been noticing it as I write. With the other people in my diary, they seem to be just names. I don't include anything that would show their character and believe me most of the people I know have a lot character. The same goes with the "action scenes." The next time I ever have a romantic experience (if that ever happens) I'm going to include for of my feelings not just what happened. Overall, it's something I'm working on in my writing ficition, non-fiction and this blog. Please keep commenting. And don't be afraid to critique me.
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