Sometimes, you have dreams, and later you'll be kind of out of it and can't remember if what happened in the dream is real or not. But on very rare occasions, I'll also have times when I'm really out of it, and can't remember if something that happened was real or imagined.
Last night, bumming around with Signscout, showing him a fun app on Facebook, just tooling around on his account (Signscout comes from a myspace upbringing, I'm a Facebooker, so sometimes I get to show him stuff on Fb, and once in awhile he tells me I need to get a myspace).
I think, until/unless I get to know him better, we'll simply refer to the individual in question as Nightwriter. But, a friend of Signscout's pops up, chatty-chat. Introductions are made, and then there's this quirky thing that happens. Geek credentials start flying. It's pretty casual and fun (the competition would be much more aggressive if we were the same gender - girls will compete with each other like nothing else on earth - particularly if the reason that they've met is a mutual male friend).
I don't know why we do this. There's a major shift up in the vocab and phrasing from commonday speech, at least for me. I used to talk this way all the time, and found it rather an impediment to conversation. I argue, in this case, that he started it. I was just meeting him on the same field. We'll casually mention the books we enjoy, the genres wherein we write, one of us will translate something from another language that the other person has on their profile - about three times over I'll make some mention of my boyfriend.
Actually, this is because I have it on long experience that geek guys who start chatting with geek girls usually at some point (about four minutes into the conversation, if not sooner) develop interest in geek girls (or girl in guy), and spend the next few weeks working up the courage to ask said geek to share a social evening with them. And if said geek has not been upfront about their relational status, there is much accusation of lying and leading on (to the bewilderment of second party), which usually destroys the friendship.
Not that this always works. Signscout has been insisting that one of the guys in the show choir has some sort of interest in me, and I may have been handed a clue exactly who, but it's someone to whom I've frequently mentioned Knuter. He will usually refer to him as my boyfriend-in-New-York, which is evidently another thousand miles further away than the truth, but with the way it's referred to, it's also a separate timeline, as though I'm dating someone from six years ago.
Anyway, Nightwriter doesn't appear to be romantically interested, but Signscout has informed me that I'm terrible at reading guys. But the quirky thing about the whole conversation is that, while I logically KNOW it happened, it really feels like I hallucinated the whole thing.
It was a rough night. I know we talked about something important, and I think it involved Lizzie, but I fell asleep on his floor when he went to do a round, and probably would have slept in a snowbank had he not let me lean/sleep on him the whole way back to my house. Just, really out of it.
So, yes, I'm sick again.
And yes, the weather is once more appropriate for January out here.
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