The Ice Queen Melteth?!!
August 1, 2008
Skinny Minnie
So Keeley was here at about 6.45 on the bus. She gave me a big tin of chocolates and a congratulations card. Our other two friends were here by about 7 or just after, and again gave me a load of chocolate as a congratulations present. We all decided to walk into the village which is all of two minutes on foot and have a few at the local pub. Sounded like a fab idea….
Got there not long after 7.15, walked in, found a table. I offered to buy the first round of drinks, but the girls would not let me and Keeley did instead. I went with her to the bar, turned around and died of shock very nearly when I noticed who was sat in the corner with his friends. Louie. I exclaimed something like- ”Damn it! That guy is everywhere!!” under my breath whilst I smiled and waved. Keeley asked what I was on about and when we sat down I told the girls the story, everything. The asking me out, the date that never happened, the kiss that was never reciprocated, the lot.
The girls were all of the opinion that Louie is pretty good looking, obviously shares my interests and I should ‘go for it’. I was obviously, still not sure. I told them they didn’t know what they were on about and that I couldn’t go near Louie if I tried. They all seem to think that getting some “man action” is just what I need, whereas I feel like no-one in the world has noticed the fact that I don’t think I could bear the idea of doing that, of being near someone again, or at least right now. Keeley told me that by the time I sort myself out, I may have missed my chance. I told her that I had no choice but to take the chance.
So by the time that conversation was over it was nearly 8pm and time for more drinks. Whilst Keeley and Em bought more drinks, myself and Steph went to the loo. Well, I knew I was making a big mistake by staying in that pub when I saw Louie was there, but to just walk out would have been rude. Well, Steph and I got out of the loo to return to the girls and drink our new drinks and I was shocked to see Louie at the bar talking with Em and Keeley. Flippedy doo dah – I was fricking well cornered!! Arrgghh!!
As it turned out, the girls weren’t to blame, although I could have strangled them when I got out of the loo – Louie had come over to the bar to get more drinks and started chatting. In the end, Louie joined us for the rest of the evening until we left at 10. The girls were insatiable. They were asking him so many questions and making it really obvious that they knew and I felt so sorry for Louie. They asked him things like “So, do you run, because you should know – Minnie LOVES running.” “Oh so you met Minnie at the gym? What did you think when you met her?”
These, factual questions were answered very well. Louie said that he liked running, although he liked other exercise aswell, and team sports. He told them he teaches circuits and told them they were welcome to join his class. He affirmed that yes, he had met me at the gym when he did my induction, and that he thought I was OK looking, quite pretty and quiet. He said he was amazed to hear I’d lost 4 stone and that he wondered whether I would stay at the gym when the extra stone had gone – whether I’d be sticking around for long enough for him to get to know me?
After those silly questions were out of the way, the girls moved onto other questions. Oh my, let me tell you that it was like a comedy program where the Dad is interrogating the girl’s prom date. I tried to lead conversations and stuff, but they were like dogs with bones. In the end, I managed to talk them into doing an ’ask me a question’. basically, we would take it in turns to ask each other questions.
I asked my first question to Louie, so the others wouldnt be able to ask him their questions on their turn. I asked him how he felt about being interrogated and if he was embarrassed. I hoped he’d say that he felt very uncomfortable because the girls may have half a chance of actually listening to him rather than me. He said not at all, he didn’t mind one bit. Keeley asked Em whether she thought that Louie and I would make a good couple. Steph asked me why I thought I wouldn’t be able to ever move on. Em asked Louie that if he could see one thing that he’d never seen before that Em could show him, what would Louie ask to see?
I must admit I felt a pang of jealousy and tried to tell the gang that the game was silly and shouldn’t we go home now? It became clear I was the only one who wanted to leave. He was going to answer and I couldn’t even believe the question had come out of Em’s mouth. I just wanted to stop time.. Was she flirting with him? Would he reciprocate? I found myself saying to myself.. please don’t say her boobs, or her underwear.. or her anything…
Louie’s answer was very very sweet. He said that he had no idea what I looked like with my hair down or without my glasses and that he’s like to see that. Steph brought the tone down and said “What? You mean in the morning? You know she’s home alone tonight?!” I was actually slightly upset at the innuendo. Keeley asked me if I was going to grant Louie’s wish? I took my glasses off for a moment, put them back on and pulled the bobble out of my hair. Louie said that he had no idea it was so long, and that it was lovely hair. Keeley told him my hair was renowned for being gorgeously soft. Louie actually reached over and touched the back of my head, and ran his hand down my back to the end of my hair. My mind was racing.. why did I have to stop myself from closing my eyes?
There were more questions after this – do you think Minnie would make a good girlfriend? Did you know that Minnie can speak a bit of french? And a few more along these lines. Louie was so sweet.
Finally, at 10pm I managed to drag the girls out of the pub. We said goodbye to Louie and headed off. Keeley asked Louie of he was going to kiss us all goodnight and that she didn’t mind if Louie just wanted to kiss me. I was soooo embarrassed. Louie laughed, shook hands with and kissed the girls on the cheek, saying goodbye and again, inviting them to his circuits class. I smiled at him and said goodbye with a girly wave. He reached for my hand and sort of shook it. Still holding his hand, I leaned forwards and whispered “I’m so sorry about them” he smiled and said it was OK. I couldn’t help it, I breathed in and took in his smell before I leaned back out. I realised I was still holding his hand and quickly let it go. I said goodbye again and followed the girls outside. Something weird happened in those few seconds. I can’t put my finger on it, but something.
My house is two minutes from the pub. The girls were chatting away all the way home. I was quiet. I was thinking about Louie. Why did he want to see my hair? Why did I like that he wanted to see it? Why did I assume he would have wanted to see Em’s boobs instead? Why did I smell him? Why didn’t I realise I was holding his hand? Why did I like that he was there? Why did I keep looking behind me on the way home? Was I hoping to catch a glimpse of him? Or was I hoping he was coming up the road too?
Am I starting to like Louie?
The girls left about an hour later, I couldn’t concentrate. As soon as they left I text Mr E. We have agreed that today is the last day before the Harry Effect kicks in. I need a distraction from this latest confusion. If, IF I like Louie, I needed to pretend I don’t until it subsides. Also, for now, I would like to just concentrate on Mr E. Even if I have to pretend like it never happened tomorrow. At least I know how I feel about Mr E and how he feels about me. Plus he’s more safe to me right now. Much much more safe. Besides, tomorrow he’ll be all loved up and I won’t get any more delicious pictures or compliments from him. Mind you.. Mr E used to be alot more complimentary.. it seems that even in virtual relationships niceties die down. Interesting.
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Seshat |
August 6, 2008 at 9:32 am
Hi,
I’ve been reading over your blog and been entertained. We share a mutual love of Shakespeare, I see. But something is driving me crazy, because I can’t work it out:
Are you an American or a Brit? Your language is basically US, but some of your slang looks English. Are you an American Anglophile, or an English … er … Americanophile?
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Skinny Minnie |
August 6, 2008 at 10:10 am
Hi Seshat,
Thanks for your comment. I am indeed a brit. So, I am an English Americanophile!
Minnie.xx