Flat-bottomed drinking glass

Note to self: gonna need at least a couple thou by next February.

Unofficial assignment 5. Just write.

It was a whirlwind. I pretty much met him only a month ago. We were working on Kickin’ It. He says our eyes met once. I didn’t notice. How should I put it: I wasn’t there looking for anything. That, and even if I were looking for a lay, I really shouldn’t look there. Too much jailbait. I’m pretty sure I noticed him. He had long hair, and he looked really young. But that’s all I remember thinking. Apparently he was checking me out the entire time. Eh. I don’t think I’m entirely that attractive, but it happens frequently enough. We didn’t actually interact until we were thrown together in front of some fake lockers and told to essentially cram ourselves into them. I remember thinking he was funny. I remember thinking “I’m probably the oldest person here aside from people actually playing adults, so stop giving this kid the wrong idea.” We didn’t talk much; we weren’t supposed to. Eventually I figured out his age. Younger than me, but at least not a minor. I took a chance and asked him for a ride home. It instead turned into a late-night adventure through Burbank with him and his friend. We ended up making out, but I felt bad. His friend was kind of a lonely third wheel.

I gave him my number, but I didn’t hear from him for a few days. Most dudes that want it contact me way sooner than that. Lack of contact usually came after the actual hook-up. Only sooner if I did something wrong. But eventually he texted me and we ended up hanging out that night. Among other things. Such as getting to know each other. And it was…really nice.

We ended up working together on another show, this time as a “make-out couple.” Which we took to the fullest extent as we weren’t the only designated make-out couple, but we were making out the entire time. Which became hilarious as the day went on because we went from “A make-out couple” to “THE make-out couple.” I’m dying to see that episode of Awkward. We got to know each other some more that day, and we started to do more things that are couple-y. We were holding hands nearly the entire day. I wondered if I would ever be able to go to the bathroom. We ended up in a hotel room the next morning with me repeating “How the fuck did this happen?” Enough said.

I invited him to go to Disneyland with me and my sister’s family. And as the day went on, I found myself liking him more and more. I stopped noticing how much he was holding my hand. It kind of became instinct to reach for it. We had fun running all around the park. And the way he interacted with my niece and nephew…I was impressed. Not that I ever want kids, but seeing him play with them and make them laugh activated some deep maternal instinct in me.

(note to self: have Tony recount the exact same moments in his own words. Go from obvious differences to not being able to tell who is telling the story.)

Busted this bitch out this morning. Like a boss.

It seems to me our meeting was fated,
You kissed me sweetly, then I took a chance
To find in a month, two weeks we’ve dated
Yet we’re in love? A delicate balance.
Born of a flutter felt once in a moon,
My disgusting love I tried to disguise
And failed as it grew to a hawk, and soon
Flapped its wings and took flight before my eyes.
As we sit here speaking in unison
Laughing and playing ‘til we fall asleep,
I find that with you I have the most fun
And the feel of your heart I strive to keep.
I wonder if it’s as good at it seems;
Are you truly here, or are you in dreams?

Alternate version (with more memes!)

It seems to me our meeting was fated,
A pair of Courage Wolves, we took a chance
To find in a month, two weeks we’ve dated
Yet we’re in love? A delicate balance.
Born of a flutter felt once in a moon,
My Praying Mantis I tried to disguise
Failed as love grew to be Hawkward, and soon
Flapped its wings and took flight before my eyes.
As we sit here speaking in unison
Philosorapt-ing ‘til we fall asleep,
I find that with you I have ALL THE FUN
And the feel of your heart I strive to keep.
I wonder if it’s as good at it seems;
Are you truly here, or are you in memes?

I like the meme version better. I wonder which one to turn in.

Either way, going to send this sonnet to some bitches. Bitches love sonnets.

Note to self: if possible, compose formal poetry assignment in limericks.