Evening with Tom
Current mood: Triumphant

Did I mention that Tom invited me to go to a party? We were walking and talking after a bus ride and he had finally successfully asked me for my number. At which point he then invited me to a party he was having Friday evening. I informed him that I had small group, but when it was over, I'd be more than happy to make an appearance.

Friday quickly arrived, small group ran smoothly, and before I knew it I was calling Tom to get the last minute details. He invited me over to his place where a couple of his friends were gathered. Upon arriving Tom made me a chocolate martini. It was rather strong, but yummy, and having not eaten all day it hit me sooner than I expected.

I got to meet Tom's best friend Sara and his other friend Cooper. Apparently he was on a secret mission to set the two up together. They were both rather cute and I was hoping it'd work too. They were friendly and I felt like a part of them right away. It being Sara's birthday, it was up to her to decide what we would be doing. She wanted to go to the Firehaus on Green Street. The four of us piled into Coopers truck and zoomed off.

Deep down I was not excited about this choice, I did not want to be around a lot of people I did not feel comfortable with and in a crappy bar like the Firehaus where only the preps and frat boys hang out. I was going to stick out so bad. But I sucked it up and reminded myself that this night was about Sara, not about me. Tom was in his element. He's quite the social butterfly and was really working it. He introduced me to everybody, most were very receptive. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I talked a little with some of the new folks, but for the most part I just stood in the background. Tom caught on to my discomfort and took me to a less crowded area, bought me a drink, and he, Cooper, and I talked.

So this whole bar scene... I dont know. I have discovered that it is very difficult to talk to a person while in a bar because it's so loud. But a bar is for drinking really and so you get loud drunk people talking and walking around. For me, give me a dance floor. There, I don't have to talk to anyone and I can have fun. I'm in my element when I go dancing. I am free and I don't care. Had there been dancing involved, I would have been happy and fine. Tom did however do his best to keep me entertained.

We started having a deep conversation about who we are and where we were. He seemed to like me but was sheltered and holding back. I was having a really hard time reading him. I made gestures to touch him, to hold him, to rub up against him. While he would respond a little, it lasted only seconds and then he'd run away.

The evening started to wind down and we went upstairs where Sara had been, flirting with some other guy. We talked with some people for a while, Sara and I talked theatre. Then!... this uber drunk dude tripped and totally fell, taking me down with him! Tom saw it happening but could not get to me in time. But Cooper had been right behind me and caught me before I totally kissed floor. Rather embarrassing I must say, but at least it wasn't my fault.

Cooper, Tom, and I called it an evening swiftly after that. Cooper drove Tom and I home and he headed off to visit another friend. When we got in, Tom's roommates were home and they were watching some BattleStar Galactica! I got uber excited and started talking with them. There was an obvious change in my personality and I immediately opened up in this smaller and quieter environment. But at the same time it was akward between Tom and I. I wanted to be close to him and talk with him, but I wasn't sure if he wanted me to leave or stay.

After talking with the guys and watching some BSG I walked into Tom's room and planted myself on his bed. I sat there and waited to see what Tom would do. Finally, he came in and closed the door behind him. He sat down and we started talking. Like I've said, man can Tom talk! But this was different. I was able to talk back and hold a real conversation. We made ourselves comfortable while talking and slowly we moved closer and closer together. Tom stopped fighting and pulling away and finally gave in to me.

The atmosphere of our conversation changed and Tom opened up. He held me close and spoke with me. He commented on how I wouldn't look at him in his eyes. He came so close to kissing me several times, our lips mere millimeters apart. It was intense! The energy and want was there, but neither of us impeded right away. Tom was wearing a button up shirt with a black T underneath. I coily unbuttoned his shirt. He laughed and asked what I was doing. I told him that I wanted to see his Tattoo (do I have a thing for Tats?.. um.. yes!). As I fingered the inky lines on his arms he stared at me. When I looked up at him he asked, "Why me?" I was rather taken aback by this question, but answered as best I could.

Once again he moved closer to me, holding me tightly in his arms. His breathe brushed warmly against my face as we watched each other, anticipating what was about to come. His eyes closed, my eyes closed and we lay in that instant, waiting, welcoming, wanting. Ever so softly he kissed me. It was gentle and delicate as though I were a fragile flower that he might crush. Our first kiss was amazing and I absolutely melted.

We fell asleep in each other's arms that night, quiet, content, and calm.