Off The Shelf

Yesterday was perfect. It was just a brilliant day from start to finish. I woke up at about 10am which is pretty late for me, then I got my shiz together and went to the gym. I was there for probably 2 hours, and then came home, got ready and headed into town. I know, boring so far.

So I went to meet up with Jay. We had arranged a few days earlier to go to the cinema. I met him from the train after work and then off we went to watch Paranormal Activity. Finally! It's actually a really good film. The pace is a bit slow at times and I didnt find it at all scary, but I think the atmosphere was a bit wrong and I couldnt get into it properly for the scares. The cinema was packed out. People were sitting on the stairs because they couldnt get chairs together. We had a group of french people behind us who were talking in french all the way through it. I think the biggest fright they had during the film was when I turned around and told them in french to shut the fuck up. We also had two girs to the side of us who were texting and talking the whole time, so as much as I enjoyed the film, I couldnt really get fully into it because of the noise everyone was making. I was there with Jay thoguh and we were cuddled up and holding hands, so I didn't care too much.

When we got out of the cinema we went for a beer. It was a lot earlier than we thought so we had a bit of time to hang around before he had to leave. Anyways, I go off point too much. So we went for a beer. We sat in the bar talking and chatting and he kept holding my hand. I didnt mind obviously, but he isnt usually so tactile when we are out. Something was different anyway, I had noticed that sinse he had gotten off the train. He was more touchy feely, he was full of compliments and just generally more effectionate and talkative. As people who read this regularly will know, as I have said before, Jay doesnt really do a lot of talking or emoting and whatnot and I usually end up getting frustrated with his apathy. Anyways, off I go again. So we didnt stay at the bar for too long. We were being leered at by some drunken pervert who came over to us while we were kissing, stood right next to us going 'mmmmmm' and just watching us like a wierdo.

So we drank up and left for him to get on the tram back to his place. We stopped off at the chip shop on the way, and because we had a bit of time to spare we went and sat on a bench overlooking the city. We had a little chat and he started mumbling something and I was trying to work out what he was saying and then he finally just looked at me and said 'Do you want to be my boyfriend?' I felt like I was being proposed to or something and I started laughing, but I of course said yes and then we kissed. I dont care how cheesy it sounds, it was the perfect moment. Just the two of us, sharing a bag of chips and sitting arm in arm on a bench overlooking the hustle of the city. Unfortunately though, he had to leave soon after, but I smiled all the way home. I think it meant even more because I know how hard it is for him to come out and say something like that, and so for him to actually ask me out, instead of just hoping I would get the hint that we were more than just dating is a big thing. I just wish I didnt have to wait until tomorrow to see him again. At least we have the weekend together though.

Ry