The Official Adam Pascal Love Thread, part three — Page 37

But it would be so much more fun if she were a nightmare! Well, actually, not for Allie, but...

*gasp* NO! I love bats! They're SO CUTE!

Run while you can! I'd offer a space on my floor, but you'd be bored here.

Gah! Okay, I have to go to bed. But I really don't know what to say to this girl in my email! When I come back tomorrow morning, I want suggestions!

Good night, my dears!

'night, chica. And I'll be around (probably). I do think you should mention the death-metal thing. It's funny and at least you can clear up one fear.

Atrias, I'm not living with anyone who hurts bats.

aww, I like bats. They don't seem to awful. And their beady eyes are sort of cute.

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He's cute, Atrias.

And that's something natural; out of human control. And even though there are things that increase risk, there are so many theories of pre-disposition. Don't feel guilty - it wouldn't be your fault. *hug*

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Oh? I want to hear the rest of that story, Atrias.

And he'd get the cigarettes anyway. Don't feel guilty. He's the one who chose to smoke them.

*giggles sheepishly* If you want all the juicy details, you may want to know that he's twenty-one, and I'm not yet sixteen. In my defense, though, I didn't know how old he was until after he kissed me. I mean, I had only met the guy about five minutes before.

I still want to know how this occured. Hi, Priest.

Updated On: 8/25/05 at 12:27 AM

Okay, ready for the big story(which I have actually told no one yet) ? Here goes.
*Setting*
In the Land of Montgomery County, MD, there's a place where everyone goes, no questions asked. It's called Downtown Silver Spring. Basically, it's where everyone goes to hang out if they have any kind of a life. This takes place in a Borders, on the sidewalk outside, at a restaurant called Noodles & Co, and the space outside of said restaurant.

PS I might want to add that this was my first *real* experience with kissing.
Okay, on to the actual story. I was in downtown Silver Spring one fine evening with my parents, having missed the showing of a movie at one of the two theaters. We therefore decided to go into Borders, because that is what everyone there does. Our motto should be, "When in doubt, go to Borders." Well, anyway, I was there looking at musicals (no, really), when who should come along but my friend Kelli and several of her guy friends. Well, sort of like semi-boyfriends. She picks up a lot of them with that chest...anyway, she asked me if I wanted to hang out for a while. I said sure, checked with my parents, and left with Kelli and her entourage to go across the street to loiter. That's another thing that you do there. If you have no money, you hang around the shops talking for hours, but never actually go in.
So, there was this one guy I had never seen before. He stood out because he was much taller than the other guys,and cuter, too. Because I don't know how to spell his name, I shall call him D. He did a very nice introduction, with hand kissing and everything. Very chivalrous. We were sitting next to each other and talking about things, when he asked if he could borrow a dollar. ( This is another thing we do in Downtown Silver Spring. We mooch off each other shamelessly and never pay each other back. It's pretty much an accepted tradition.)
Now I, being overly witty, and under the rather slutty influence of my friend Kelli, chose that moment to use the phrase, "Well, I don't know. What's it worth to you?" He offered a few things ( massages, etc.) but I wasn't really interested in that. So then, he kissed me, and said, "Was that good enough?" To which I replied, "Um, YEAH!" In fact, I said we could go get dinner together. So, as we were walking along the sidewalk he asked how old I was. I told him sixteen, which is pretty close to the truth. So then I asked him his age, and there it comes back, "Twenty-one." That was a shock, I must say. So then, we got dinner, which might have been more...interesting if eighty billion friends hadn't decided to tag along. And then, after dinner, came the crime. I know I shouldn't have, but he asked so nicely....and I did give him a stern telling off for it...as I was giving him the money. He doesn't taste like he smokes, though. We only kissed a couple of times after that. Then I had to go, and I haven't seen him since!
There, Nia. Happy?

Updated On: 8/25/05 at 12:47 AM

Fun little adventure. Not as creepy as you originally made it sound either, he wasn't COMPLETELY random.

Nia, it actually was a little bit creepy, if you think about it. I had known the guy for less than five minutes before the kissage began. It's just weird for me, because I'm never like that.