Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Bouncing the Red Ball

i love mp, but good grief-- what a dork.

she got another date with the only person (as of the moment) she wanted a second date with.
everything went smoothly... at first.
when she went to pick up v, she was invited in, and saw that v had put careful attention into her appearance. good sign. she got the tour of the place. better sign. when they were deciding where to go to dinner, v let mp decide, and was elated at mp's choice. great! with everything going this smoothly, clearly it was just a matter of time before mp stepped in something brown and steamy.

dinner was relaxed but playful. after the meal, v went to the restroom, and mp paid the bill (she knew v would object, and she did...). when v came back, she trailed her hand across mp's shoulder on the way back to her seat. this should have been mp's signal that a little hand holding, a kiss, there were options there. walking back to the car on the waterfront would have been a good time. so, what did wonder skills do?

exactly. nothing.

if she'd had no interest in v, she would have perpetrated some ridiculous moves that (in all likelyhood) would have worked. confronted with someone really amazing, she practically dropped to the floor and faked a seizure. it was ugly. and, as was made obvious, it was not apprecited. mp did try to save face on the way home, but it's really up to v. one good point is that my person always "announces" her feelings. "i feel happy." "i feel sad." "i feel nervous." it's kind of cute, kind of sweet, and kind of annoying. mp's got the olsen twins of feelings.

the thing is.... like any other choke situation, it only happens when it matters.
and mp doesn't know if she's ready or even wants it to matter.
there's still a lot of personal work she wants to do; she is still reinventing herself.
but then she hears a voice or sees a face... and she can't stop smiling like a slow kid chasing a red ball in the middle of the street.