We hung out Monday, or at least it started as a casual hang out. Aside from wanting to spend time with him, I also wanted to play Mario Kart on his Nintendo DS to totally prove to him that I could finish in the top 3 in 150 cc. He was like, it's really hard; I finish 5th, at best.

And I was like, bitch, please. I could do better.

(Only I didn't AND I LOST SO BAD. Last place! Oh shame.)

But yeah. We were sitting pretty close together; side to side, thigh to thigh. That was in the beginning.

We gradually, um...started touching more. It was really very innocent, though.

I... can't keep a straight narrative (and a straight face, thinking about this) from here-on. So:

- We walked around for a bit. Went to Kmart cos I had to get cough drops. He hugged me on the escalator, though there was no real reason to (other than wanting to eeee).

- We went to Circuit City; before or after, I really can't remember. But at one point I was just standing in front of a display and he hugs me semi-loosely from behind around the waist. Color me delighted at this point.

- No pricey dinner. We ate at Wendy's cos we didn't feel like walking too far and spending much. xD

After that we hung out a bit on the steps of Union Square, though it would be more accurate to say I was sitting next to him, kind of pressed against his side. We chatted a bit and watched some strangers (strangers to us and strangers to each other) volley a ball around.

Eventually we moved to one of the benches. I played on his DS a bit more, cursed at some of the mini games, still sitting next to him, pressed against.

Went back to the steps, sat and chatted. Then back again to the benches, only on the other side of the park of benches before.

There was definitely more of that pressed-against-his-side sort of thing.

He stood up to stretch his legs. More chatter and banter and at one point I stood up and I hugged him cos yeah I felt like it and he hugged me and lifted me up... (though supposedly it was so that the bastard could say, yeah, he could still throw my ass far.

That's... sort of a backhanded compliment, isn't it.)

W sat back down. I'm... pretty sure we were cuddling at this point, since I was sort of... uh, cheek-to-cheek with him. Not exactly nuzzling him, but close. And his arm was behind me. And my arm was around his waist, sort of.

BUT OH...Now that I remember, a couple of times before the benches, he was telling me he was cold.

And I was like, WHAT. You're crazy! You're wearing a long sleeve shirt and an undershirt AND YOU'RE A BIT CHILLY?

I was wearing a short-sleeved tee-shirt, tights and a skirt. I was fine.

(Which, by the way, when I mentioned that I splurged on the skirt I had been wearing at that time-- and it was worth the $16.99 because it had pockets-- he was like, skirt? I didn't notice.

Um. Really now.)

Only now I think I realize what that comment was supposed to be. I mean, it was, wasn't it?

"I'm cooold."

It IS, isn't it!? That's some sort of invitation right there. RIGHT THERE.

I can't believe I didn't catch on sooner! Inside I wanted to ask, And what do you want ME to do about it?

Only I didn't.

.....I should have actually asked that, though. Damn

Anyway, he really couldn't stay around long, just until around 8. I mean, he stayed as long as he could, even though he had to meet up with his roommate. He didn't leave until around 8:30. And when we, uh, said goodbye, the bye-hugs were definitely longer than usual.

Then I kissed him on the cheek.

....andhekissedmycheekback

Innocent as hell, I know. But. god, so promising.

Now that I've written it... it feels like the written version is more romantic than it really is.

But... I guess it was still romantic? Definitely sweet, in hindsight.