recap (part 2)

(continued from previous post)

I was sleeping at Emilie's that night. Of course, as i got to bed, my mind was racing, i kept on thinking about my internet friend (let's call him G), about how i wanted to see him again, etc. Then, as i finally had gotten to sleep, Emilie's cat and her roommate's decided to race one another and, apparently, the bed where i was sleeping was part of their racetrack. Needless to say, i didn't sleep much that night. The following day was weird, i was ultra euphoric. And during that weird, ultra euphoric day, something dawned on me. It hit me like a ton of brick that i didn't want to go and study computer science, that i didn't want to stay in this town another whole year (let alone three!!) and that instead of always being such a coward i should get off my pink ass and do what i really want to do, it being studying film.

It took a couple of days for it to really sink through my mind, that i was shifting goals once more, that i was setting my departure in the last week of this coming december instead of next august, that i was going back to university in 5 months. Then, i checked on the Université de Montréal website: The minor in film studies is open and you can begin the program in both autumn and winter. How completely perfect! I can begin with the minor and get good grades, then transfer to the major and do it! Ideal!

So, with this new shift in priorities, i tried to get a couple of courses in cégep in order to fill the time between now and january. I couldn't get the courses though, as all that interested me were offered in the winter and by this winter i'll be back in uni, so it kinda defeats the purpose of filling the time before uni.

By friday, two days after the montrealtrip, the plan was crystal clear and fixed in my head (it doesn't take that much time for stuff to sink in my mind...). Parallel to that, i really wanted to speak to G again. I had told myself that i'd call him on friday night, before work. On friday morning, while i was training at the gym, i decided that i couldn't wait any longer and that i'd call as soon as i'd be home, to ask if i could call him on that night (crafty, ain't i). I did call, and we did agree on speaking that same night. Then we started phoning regularly.

The weekend came to an end and i really wanted to see him again. So the plan was that i would take the bus the next wednesday morning and go to spend the day with him. After telling that to him on the phone, i hung up and noticed there was a message on the answerphone. It was a friend of mine, who didn't know a thing about the current matter, telling me that she had to go to Montréal on tuesday and that if i wanted to go with her she'd be delighted. Ping! So, after talking to G again, it seemed that i was going to sleepover at his place on tuesday night and come back home the next evening.

The "27hours with G" was great, even though conditions were rather ackward. I had been ill in the night from monday to tuesday, he suddenly developped a cold, etc. Yet, things went quite well! Only a few things he said or a few things i had done kept on running in my mind. I was thinking that maybe i talked to much, maybe i revealed too much, etc. And from other things he said, i thought that as soon as i was out of his presence i'd be non-existent in his mind. But no. Things sorted themselves out. He was the first to call. Lovely.

The past weekend, we had kinda agreed that i would come to see him on the upcoming wednesday (i.e. today, as i'm typing this post). But then he called on monday morning to tell me that it was a no-go. That day i had a little case of the blues, for no particular reason. I called him back, he was in a hurry, we postponed our telephone conversation until the evening.

My mother came back from work that day saying that we should go see her aunt. I suggested that she'd call to ask if she had had dinner and if not we'd bring some food and join her. She invited us over for dinner. I brought my camera. Her aunt lives at the vineyard. As we arrived there, i noticed some stuff that i wanted to photograph. I went kinda crazy and my blues went away. It had been close to a month since the last time i had used my SLR and in that evening, i went through a roll and a half of film. It was a great evening: great dinner, great talks, great picture-taking. Great everything. We came back here and i called G, saying that i'd come over the next morning and leave either on the same night or the following morning.

Tuesday morning, i had second thoughts as to whether i should go. I called Emilie and she motivated me about going, so i went. A great great day it was. He picked me up at the terminal, we walked together, then went back to his place, watched a movie, cuddled, chatted, laughed. Then we left early in the evening and went to mount royal. As we were walking in the trails he'd sometimes take my hand, just for a moment. We came down from the walking and decided to go for a beer to this nice pub. Chatted a lot there also. There was still sometime left after that so we went walking up to another park, walked through it and then went back to the station. As we came upon a little neighbourhood park, he grabbed my head and kissed me (it wasn't the first time, but definitively the first time he did so in an open space and out of the blue like that!). Lovely lovely. Walked back to the station, sat around a bit, then he left. Not without grabbing my hand as he left though. I got stared at by an old lady sitting across because of that. I guess it was obvious it wasn't a macho handshake. Then the bus arrived, i boarded it, listened to Múm on the way back.

So that's about it for a recap of the important events of the past two months. Who knows what will happen about me & G. One thing is for certain: i feel really really good with him.

That just can't be bad, right?