Yeah, I'm sure you guessed it from the title that this is about girls again. To be honest, I don't think it will ever end. No, seriously. Even when I get married, will I ever fully understand the complicated beautiful creation of our Heavenly Father called Woman? Probably not in this life, which means that I will be writing a lot (as I have already) about girls. I suppose the good thing about that is that you will always have a source of entertainment from my posts. I'm glad that so many people get amusement from my failures. I know they will happen so I don't get down about them for long. I just look back at them and laugh. What else can you do? Anyway, on to the story.
Remember from the last post that I had a 2nd movie night "date" with the same girl? Well, the next day, she called me as she said she would about FHE, but it was already over and I was at home, so we talked about the movie. She told me she was going to walk there and then asked if I could give her a ride home after the movie. I told her I would be happy to.
We met at the theater. This time she was already there. I didn't think about this until now, but she was waiting for me out in the lobby, unlike what I had done the week before. We walked in together and talked until the movie started.
When it did start, I had my arms folded. She did too. About 10 minutes later, I place my hands in front of me and sat like that the rest of the movie. Soon after I moved my hands, she did too. She loosened the arm closest to the side I was sitting on and placed it on her crossed leg. It seemed to me that I could have taken it. Did I? NO! I was too chicken. What did I do instead? I waited until near the end of the movie to lean over to her and tell her that if the movie got too intense for her, she could take my arm. What bad timing because there was one more action sequence that wasn't intense at all. It was also a little bad because after I told her that, she crossed her arms again for a little while either because she was disgusted by me not taking her hand or because she was uncomfortable (as I was) about the situation. We talked through the credits and on the way to her house.
Here comes another mistake. I should have parked the car and walked her to the door like I had done before. Did I? Nope. I was flustered from not taking her hand and I was still scared to make a move. Instead, I stopped the car not even parking it and let her get out and walk by herself. Asking me for a ride home (or so I thought) was asking me to walk her to the door. Ok, maybe not, but I guess I'm looking too hard for opportunities. I called her yesterday because I found another movie I want to go see. She didn't answer, so I'll try again later today.
And thus the adventure continues...
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