A Curious Girl: Just doesn't feel right...

Well, I'm back. I thought you might like to know how the date with Asil went yesterday :)

Where do I start? I dressed up fairly nicely (I confess, in part because my jeans aren't clean) but didn't bother with make-up. Because I never wear make-up.

I went to get some cash for the cinema (once I'd got there, using my handy bus ticket) and discovered I'd forgotten my cash card... poo. OK, I prepared to grovel, I met him outside and started the apology. He brushed it off (as I'd rather suspected, actually) with 'Don't worry'. He paid for my tickets, and we went to TGI Friday's for some lunch. (Five seconds later I discovered my card in the wrong pocket and he still brushed it off with 'Don't worry')

Now I had a very nice lunch but the conversation was a bit stilted. I told him about the novel (one page written so far. Yay for progress), and asked about his holiday plans, so I could tell him about Soul Survivor and hopefully he realises I'm a Christian now!

Hopefully, I thought, after the film we'll have something to talk about. We don't seem to have much in common. Now whilst I've had plenty of friends with whom I don't have much in common, we can usually find a conversation topic that suits us. Somehow, we couldn't.

Minority Report is a great film. Although I was amused by the action film trailers beforehand - it never struck me that they actually choose which films to advertise by the film you're watching. Action film trailers all seem to have the same guy narrating. The second Matrix film is out next year! yay! But I suddenly realised I was in the wrong place for a Chamber of Secrets trailer...

However, don't go see Minority Report if you have a weak stomach... but do go see it if you like sci-fi, unusual versions of the future (I loved the portrayal of the future - I can really see the future being like that, actually. Although I may have loved it because if it does happen like that, I won't be living through much of it anyway. Well, I will, but I'll be oooold... I don't want to live through that future...) and go see it if you like clever, surprising plot twists. Yes sirree.

So afterwards, I was going to do my usual dissection of film type thing, but I sensed Asil wasn't in the mood for that... Or that he didn't really do it at all. I think it's because earlier, we were talking about Attack of the Clones and - well, he said he'd seen it and enjoyed it, but the conversation just didn't seem right for an analysis of Yoda's lightsaber abilities.

We wandered around for a bit, and then he said he'd take me home. We went back via his house. At his house, he was pretty much the same, not amazingly talkative really. I've discovered that he likes Madonna, Eminem, Westlife and Steps, and he has Enya's album A Day Without Rain (I highly recommend it), he has pictures of his parents in his house, and his mother is a teacher and his father a doctor. He put on the television, turned it off after flicking the channels, put on Westlife and sung a long a bit. I don't mind that at all, so don't worry that that was awful :) His house is very tidy. But he has got a lot of fruit and fruit juice. He showed me lots of photographs of him and other people from work.

Basically, I do like him, but I can't find anything that we have in common... *Sigh*. How can I explain it? I knew everything and nothing about him by the end. I knew that he works in two places, he likes pasta, he's chivalrous and he likes a whole collection of musical artists, and he has a picture of Leonardo Dicaprio in his living room (I confess, I found that kinda creepy... I have never seen eyes so forcefully blue). He's in a lot of his photographs. Which I found odd, because I usually manage to get only a couple of pictures of me in a place and loads of everybody else. He thinks about having his picture taken, obviously.

So after that, he drove home. I just don't know. I'd had a good time but I can't see myself staring at a sunset or making daisy chains with this guy. Or even discussing which types of bread are better (*giggles*). Or who we'd be if we were Harry Potter characters. Or even Star Wars characters. Or dancing stupidly with... Or staying up to 3am talking about sci-fi. Or 4am talking about how rubbish we are at music (heehee...)... Or working on a movie script... Or discussing Captain Planet for no apparent reason. Or throwing sarcastic remarks at each other whilst debating on whether Chick tracts are spiritually anointed or threatening propagandic type evangelism. So it's not all bad :)

Heh... if you know me, you may recognise some references to males I know ;) I don't know... he texted me later and said he'd had a great time, wanted to meet up again.

When he dropped me off, he went to shake my hand (ridiculously platonic, I think) and then leaned forward to give the standard polite kiss on the lips. He caught me by surprise - we'd hardly touched, he was very gentlemanly. It was still polite, and still almost platonic (if you get me here...) so I, maybe out of embarrassment, politeness, something I don't know, kissed him. I mean, he is nice and stuff. And it didn't seem at all inappropriate. It wouldn't be inappropriate if I thought I wanted to spend more time with him as anything more than friends, but sheez, I can't see us as being happy in a relationship.

I'm such an idiot.

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