Ahh, yes, the Burrito Story.... We had been dating for a few weeks now, gone camping on the beach, hung out with the group, spent many nights together and me, not being a seasoned dater, decide to bring up the talk.
We went to get burritos at a 24 hour place out by the university, hoppin place, decent burritos and 24 hours?? who doesn't love that?! I had been pretty quiet that night and on the drive back to my place... I told him i wanted to talk to him. I am pretty sure he knew what was coming. It was around February 5th, Valentines day is just around the corner and I had never been with anyone on the "Hallmark Holiday" as people call it.
We sit down on the couch and I took a deep breath, I decided to go for it. I asked him where he saw "us" going... silence oh god oh no, what did i do... but I did need to know. I sat there in anticipation, waiting, trying to see what he would say... he took a bite of his carne asada burrito and chewed, contemplating, thinking about what to say. There was a point where i didn't think he would say a word, though when he did, it wasn't what i had anticipated. Out of his mouth came, "We can talk about it after i finish my burrito" His burrito came and went, then he went home. i kicked myself for asking, did I do it wrong, was I not suppose to ask? Did I just ruin it? I didn't sleep well that night, he never did give me an answer.
Valentines day had come and gone, I hadn't really seen or heard from him. We talked a little here and there but i was sure I scared him off. Burritos have never been the same with me. I remember that night like it was just a few moments ago, the feeling, the anticipation, the anxiety, little did i know, he would make it back into my life.
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