I thought he was gay. I also thought today would be innocent.
When Popa and I planned our outing last week, I knew I wouldn't follow through unless there were others involved. Her temper and attention span are too short, and that wears on a person as patient as me. I invited Georgia because he's still new here and I thought he would enjoy getting out. I recently discovered he's our age, and he had also mentioned spending time together once before. Little did I know...
I met up with him earlier so we could see the show the others weren't interested in. Popa would be arriving with Temple, although we don't know her too well. Popa invited her, probably because she thought three was a crowd but four would be a party. It turns out Temple isn't a good fit. In any case, Georgia and I met early, and queued for show. After killing twenty minutes wandering, we stopped at the stage to decide whether to wander more or just wait it out.
"What do you want?" He inquired, peering into my eyes.
"I don't know, either way is fine with me."
"But what do you want?" He repeated, more forcefully.
"I don't know."
"I know what you want..."
His soft hands gently brushed my bangs away from my eyes, then slowly caressed my temple and followed down my jawbone, slowly pulling my chin towards his slightly parted lips. But my assumptions and impressions were challenged too much at once, and I rebelled. Actor he may be, but it seemed there was some truth when he turned away and said "That hurts."
A woman too often teased and rejected, and with a long history of hurt, questions everything and takes a long time to trust. A broken heart will very often be divided in feeling. My heart believes he may be using me as a cover. It questions his intentions and integrity. It is scared to invlove anyone it can't hide from. But it allowed me to accept his kiss a few hours later, and for now it can't picture Georgia with anyone else.
