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He signs off of AIM. Despite his understanding nature, I am still left feeling like he slammed the door in my face. He didn't even wait for me to say “bye.” I need a moment to process Ramon's reaction. He isn't furious with me, so does that mean he still wants to talk to me? While he did end our conversation abruptly, as I re-read what was said, it seems like he is genuinely not completely pissed at me. After coming to this conclusion, I can now address the enthralling bit of information that Alicia gave me about Ramon. He likes me! I feel like a kid being offered my favorite candy, chocolate toffee bars. There's no way I am going to be able to refuse the candy; I am going to have to open the wrapper and start enjoying it. At the same time, I can't act immediately because it is too close to the incident with Alicia.
A plan starts formulating in my mind. Ramon likes me. I just need to find out what his reason is for not dating me and help him fix it. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Ramon gives up easily when he finds something an inconvenience.
Today is Wednesday. Kira is coming back from Russia in exactly one week. I want to have my conversation with Ramon before Kira gets back so that whatever happens… happens before she gets here. So, I will wait until next Monday to have my conversation. By then, the incident with Alicia will be far enough away that it won't look too bad that I am going after Ramon. And, if anything does actually happen, it will not be extremely new news when Kira returns.
Waiting until Monday to put my plan into action is like torture. The four days before then seem to stretch out as long as they can. Is the Earth somehow rotating more slowly just to test my patience? I know this waiting period is a critical part of my plan, and somehow I manage to stick out those four days. I hang out with Shane and Cody. I read. I sleep as much as I can.
Finally Monday rolls around, and I put my plan into action. I call Ramon; butterflies are trying to burst out of my stomach as I ask, “Hey, do you want to go eat dinner and then walk in the park?” I manage to get this important question out. Two critical parts of my plan have now been completed. I've managed to wait out the four days and initiate the active part of the plan. Now I'm waiting with baited breath. Ramon pauses, a pause that feels like eternity as my hands clam up, and I feel as if I'm frozen in time.
“Ok, sure.”
These are the sweetest words I have ever heard in my life. The third, most variable, part of setting up this plan has gotten the green light to go. As excitement wells up in me at the prospect of this actually happening, I notice the butterflies are still there, still making their presence known. It is like I am taking Ramon on a date, and he doesn't even realize it. Well, I know what's going on, and the butterflies in my stomach tell me that I can't seem to decide what to make of it.
During dinner, we don't say much. It is taking all of the energy I have to contain my giddy excitement and to tame those butterflies. These two emotions are battling for my attention, and I can barely think of anything else, let alone start a conversation. It's an awkward silence. Ramon is looking at me like, '
Why
did you want to hang out with me?'
Finally, it seems that Ramon has concluded that I am not going to be instigating conversation today, and takes it upon himself to do so. Part of my anxiety wears off as he distracts me with, “My tournament starts this Saturday.” I can feel a small sense of relief wash over me. My emotions are still running at 100 miles per hour, but now it's as if they are starting to find order. Ramon is rescuing me from myself.
Ramon is mentioning a boxing tournament that he has been training for over the past several months. I find myself blown away by knowing he is talented enough to enter a semi-professional tournament for actual money. The prize for first place is $20,000. I feel safe
bye
He signs off of AIM. Despite his understanding nature, I am still left feeling like he slammed the door in my face. He didn't even wait for me to say “bye.” I need a moment to process Ramon's reaction. He isn't furious with me, so does that mean he still wants to talk to me? While he did end our conversation abruptly, as I re-read what was said, it seems like he is genuinely not completely pissed at me. After coming to this conclusion, I can now address the enthralling bit of information that Alicia gave me about Ramon. He likes me! I feel like a kid being offered my favorite candy, chocolate toffee bars. There's no way I am going to be able to refuse the candy; I am going to have to open the wrapper and start enjoying it. At the same time, I can't act immediately because it is too close to the incident with Alicia.
A plan starts formulating in my mind. Ramon likes me. I just need to find out what his reason is for not dating me and help him fix it. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Ramon gives up easily when he finds something an inconvenience.
Today is Wednesday. Kira is coming back from Russia in exactly one week. I want to have my conversation with Ramon before Kira gets back so that whatever happens… happens before she gets here. So, I will wait until next Monday to have my conversation. By then, the incident with Alicia will be far enough away that it won't look too bad that I am going after Ramon. And, if anything does actually happen, it will not be extremely new news when Kira returns.
Waiting until Monday to put my plan into action is like torture. The four days before then seem to stretch out as long as they can. Is the Earth somehow rotating more slowly just to test my patience? I know this waiting period is a critical part of my plan, and somehow I manage to stick out those four days. I hang out with Shane and Cody. I read. I sleep as much as I can.
Finally Monday rolls around, and I put my plan into action. I call Ramon; butterflies are trying to burst out of my stomach as I ask, “Hey, do you want to go eat dinner and then walk in the park?” I manage to get this important question out. Two critical parts of my plan have now been completed. I've managed to wait out the four days and initiate the active part of the plan. Now I'm waiting with baited breath. Ramon pauses, a pause that feels like eternity as my hands clam up, and I feel as if I'm frozen in time.
“Ok, sure.”
These are the sweetest words I have ever heard in my life. The third, most variable, part of setting up this plan has gotten the green light to go. As excitement wells up in me at the prospect of this actually happening, I notice the butterflies are still there, still making their presence known. It is like I am taking Ramon on a date, and he doesn't even realize it. Well, I know what's going on, and the butterflies in my stomach tell me that I can't seem to decide what to make of it.
During dinner, we don't say much. It is taking all of the energy I have to contain my giddy excitement and to tame those butterflies. These two emotions are battling for my attention, and I can barely think of anything else, let alone start a conversation. It's an awkward silence. Ramon is looking at me like, '
Why
did you want to hang out with me?'
Finally, it seems that Ramon has concluded that I am not going to be instigating conversation today, and takes it upon himself to do so. Part of my anxiety wears off as he distracts me with, “My tournament starts this Saturday.” I can feel a small sense of relief wash over me. My emotions are still running at 100 miles per hour, but now it's as if they are starting to find order. Ramon is rescuing me from myself.
Ramon is mentioning a boxing tournament that he has been training for over the past several months. I find myself blown away by knowing he is talented enough to enter a semi-professional tournament for actual money. The prize for first place is $20,000. I feel safe
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