This the next edition of my bridal series. Something Old: check. Something Borrowed: check. On to Something New!
I have a new friend. I think of him as my new boy space friend. My new, 18-year-old boy space friend. Well, because he's 18. He was born in 1992! I know, right?!?!
Not that there's anything wrong with being born in the 90s. But as a child of the late 80s - very late 80s. *Being two months old when the 90s hit doesn't really make me a child of the 80s. But my birth certificate says 89 and I'm sticking to it, damn it!* - I can hardly fathom being born in the 90s. And for some reason I associate 90s babies with 12 year olds. Really, it's a puzzle to me as well.
Back to my new friend. We met through Creative Outlet. He danced with the Young Artist (I think? The JAs are something different?) I'd seen him around before at rehearsals/performances and what not, but I didn't really talk to him until this past week. To be honest I'm not sure that I knew his name. (But I'm bad at that, so don't take it personally) He was helping to teach the duet that I am learning. Whatever, whatever we're sort of marking through the piece. Actually, he was dancing, and I was marking because there are lifts and I didn't want to hurt him. I did do the turning section full out. I like to do fouettés =) There weren't that many, and they weren't even that good. I went to continue on in the dance, and he's just standing there staring at me. AND so was Jamel... and Amber. What?! I don't know why they were all staring at me. It's a bit disconcerting, let me tell you, to have everyone just gaping. I thought I'd done something wrong...
Now, I've started quite the collection of Young Artists facebook friends, many of them before I knew entirely who they were. But I'd never received one from him. Imagine my surprise when before I even got home from rehearsal that day I had a new email from Facebook. J-------- W-------- has added you as a friend. My thoughts? What the hell. We danced together today... Epiphany is now friends with J-------- W--------
He's leaving soon to go to North Carolina, he has to go to college. Which is great. Sometimes I still think I'm 18. But then I remember I was a college freshman at 18. Now I'm a college graduate at 20. I feel old...
As I'm on the upward slope to my quarter life crisis (I feel like I'll be there soon) I think I like his attentions - But, then again, I like everyone's attention. Step One: Acceptance. My name is Epiphany, and I'm an attention whore
And because I think he's cute, we have good chemistry in rehearsal. Haha I was legitimately shocked when Jamel said today, "after this caress, this...this breath here, then you can grab her and tongue her!" *gasp* JAMEL!!! Don't give him any ideas! He was only joking... Not that I would have minded; that is, if we weren't in a church and there weren't like 34985793842 other people watching. The sexual undertones of the duet allows me to reiterate my fondness of hard bodied men and the smell of clean clothes. Although clean clothes has absolutely nothing to do with the piece... I just like that scent.
I also keep referring to him as "He" he has a name. It's not "he," but I'm keeping that little bit of information private. To protect his anonymity from all the curious masses that read this blog. Duh! Everyone reading this probably knows who I'm talking about... Anyways that's my story. The moral is I'm currently enjoying something new. Until he goes to school. I won't be going to school this fall, which is also something new. My apartment is new. So is roughly everything inside of it. And today I got the sheets for my bed. And curtains for my window- now it's not a peep show every time I get dressed. Though I feel like since I live on the top floor, if they're trying that hard, anything they see is kind of like a reward for their persistence. But I'm digressing...
That's all the new for now. The rest is still UNwritten...
Back to my new friend. We met through Creative Outlet. He danced with the Young Artist (I think? The JAs are something different?) I'd seen him around before at rehearsals/performances and what not, but I didn't really talk to him until this past week. To be honest I'm not sure that I knew his name. (But I'm bad at that, so don't take it personally) He was helping to teach the duet that I am learning. Whatever, whatever we're sort of marking through the piece. Actually, he was dancing, and I was marking because there are lifts and I didn't want to hurt him. I did do the turning section full out. I like to do fouettés =) There weren't that many, and they weren't even that good. I went to continue on in the dance, and he's just standing there staring at me. AND so was Jamel... and Amber. What?! I don't know why they were all staring at me. It's a bit disconcerting, let me tell you, to have everyone just gaping. I thought I'd done something wrong...
Now, I've started quite the collection of Young Artists facebook friends, many of them before I knew entirely who they were. But I'd never received one from him. Imagine my surprise when before I even got home from rehearsal that day I had a new email from Facebook. J-------- W-------- has added you as a friend. My thoughts? What the hell. We danced together today... Epiphany is now friends with J-------- W--------
He's leaving soon to go to North Carolina, he has to go to college. Which is great. Sometimes I still think I'm 18. But then I remember I was a college freshman at 18. Now I'm a college graduate at 20. I feel old...
As I'm on the upward slope to my quarter life crisis (I feel like I'll be there soon) I think I like his attentions - But, then again, I like everyone's attention. Step One: Acceptance. My name is Epiphany, and I'm an attention whore
And because I think he's cute, we have good chemistry in rehearsal. Haha I was legitimately shocked when Jamel said today, "after this caress, this...this breath here, then you can grab her and tongue her!" *gasp* JAMEL!!! Don't give him any ideas! He was only joking... Not that I would have minded; that is, if we weren't in a church and there weren't like 34985793842 other people watching. The sexual undertones of the duet allows me to reiterate my fondness of hard bodied men and the smell of clean clothes. Although clean clothes has absolutely nothing to do with the piece... I just like that scent.
I also keep referring to him as "He" he has a name. It's not "he," but I'm keeping that little bit of information private. To protect his anonymity from all the curious masses that read this blog. Duh! Everyone reading this probably knows who I'm talking about... Anyways that's my story. The moral is I'm currently enjoying something new. Until he goes to school. I won't be going to school this fall, which is also something new. My apartment is new. So is roughly everything inside of it. And today I got the sheets for my bed. And curtains for my window- now it's not a peep show every time I get dressed. Though I feel like since I live on the top floor, if they're trying that hard, anything they see is kind of like a reward for their persistence. But I'm digressing...
That's all the new for now. The rest is still UNwritten...
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