See you around.

So a third date with the guy my mom set me up with happened last night (time for a blog name: Guy my mom set me up with will here on out be known as CK). Let's backtrack first to earlier in the week when I went to dinner with my parent's and grandmother. My grandmother is especially invested in this working out because CK's mom is my grandmother's landlady this summer. My grandmother always asks me how it's going and this time she told me a story about how she ran into someone who knows both my grandmother and CK's mom. My grandmother proceeds to tell this mutual friend that her granddaughter (me) and her landlady's son (CK) are dating. I freaked out when she told me this story, because honestly I don't want it to get back to CK that I'm going around telling people that we're dating, when we've only been out on 3 dates so far. My grandmother didn't see the problem with this - we are going on dates - therefore in her mind, we are dating. Oh the intricacies of a word.

Last night, I was supposed to have a hayride with school for the faculty. I was looking forward to it (not because my crush was going - because he was not!), but I wasn't really heartbroken when they canceled it due to impending thunderstorms. I had a hell of a week this past week, and could really have used a quiet low-key night. When CK and I talked earlier in the week, he mentioned getting together over this upcoming weekend, but I knew my week was jam packed and the weekend was as well. I had kind of given him a non-definitive answer on whether or not I could see him. We had played phone tag Wednesday night, and Thursday night - neither one of us ever there when the other called, so by Friday I had no idea what his weekend plans were either. When the hayride was canceled, I sent him a quick text letting him know that I was in fact going to be around Friday night and didn't have any plans if he was free. He responded almost immediately that he was and would call me when he got out of work. Friday was a busy day because on Thursday, I had bought a new car, and Friday was spent dealing with all the paperwork. I had to return my rental car (my old car is not in drivable condition), drive the guy from the dealership back (he brought my rental car), finish signing my paperwork, stop by my aunt's to show my aunt and my grandma my new car, go to my other grandma's for dinner, and then eventually go out. When I got to my aunt's house, I realized that my wallet was missing, and I had a mini-meltdown. Turns out I had left it in the rental car, and thankfully it was still there. My aunt and grandma (not the one who knows CK's mom) wanted me to tell them about CK, but he happened to call right then, and having missed his calls all week, I didn't want to miss this one. I quickly said goodbye to my grandma and aunt, and as I was getting on the phone, my aunt says loudly, "have a good date!" At least you can't see someone turn beet red over the phone. We decided a low-key night was best for both of us, and after I picked up my wallet, I scraped the rest of the plans and just went over to his place to rent a movie.

I got there, CK wanted to check out the car (which I am proud to say is a lovely thing to be seen), and then we walked over to the video store. We were going to rent Knocked Up, but it was taken during the time we were deciding if it was worth it or not (since I had already seen it, but was willing to see it again). We decided to rent City of God, which was very brutally violent and very graphic. It was extremely well done, and I think I really liked it, but it's hard to tell with a movie like that. We watched the whole thing, start to finish. We drank beer, and sat awkwardly close to each other, and I was very aware of his presence the entire time during the movie. Towards the very end of the movie, he put his arm around me. That's all that happened during the movie. After the movie, he kissed me and there was some cuddling and kissing on the couch. It was completely innocent, and nothing more than kissing happened over the 5 hour span that I was there. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't going to do much more than that anyway, being that he has a picture of his girlfriend in the room we were making out in. Granted, I've seen this picture before, which is how I knew it was his girlfriend. But to be kissing someone who has a girlfriend, with her picture staring me down, was something I had no comfort in. It was still a nice evening, cuddling and kissing while the rain was pouring down outside. It was cozy.

While we were talking, he kind of invited me to a concert on Wednesday, but never really asked me if I wanted to go. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. He made me tea before I had to drive home, and while I was drinking the tea and waking myself up to drive home, he asked me what my plan was. My plan? for... tonight? for the week? for life? He didn't specify. So I took the immediate plan, and said I was going to go home because it was late. He agreed that was a good idea, and said there would be other nights. Other nights for what? He walked me downstairs, kissed me goodbye (and it was a very nice kiss - which he commented on), and then said, "See you around." What kind of goodbye is that? See you around? I'd love to know what he meant by that. My friends think he was nervous and didn't know what to say. I think it could have been a weird brush off. I'm not sure.

Will there be more to come with CK? I'm thinking about texting him about the concert on Wednesday because the venue was changed and he apparently didn't know about that, but I'm not sure that I want to go. But maybe, I'll see him around.

There's little else going on, my crush is still there and a good distraction at school, but nothing new to speak of in that area. My life is busy, but relatively boring. Come December, when I'm done graduate school, I hope all that will change.