Not pretty.
I immediatly grabbed my big stuffed teddy bear and held it over my bare legs. "Um, I uh..hi Warren. Sorry about that." Meanwhile my cheeks were flushed and I was mortified. I took the stereo remote and turned the music off.
"You know," he said with a shit-eating grin on his face, "I never liked Elastica until now." And he threw the camera on my bed and left!
It turns out Patrick asked Warren for the camera and Warren said he'd have to look for it and Patrick went to the bathroom in the meantime, and...you know the rest. Mortifying.
On a more personal note, Patrick and I almost slept together Friday night. Friday afternoon he called me while I was home grabbing a bite to eat before my Short Story class that afternoon.
"Hey angel," he said when I answered, "Tonight I want you and I to go out somewhere nice and spend some time alone okay?" So that evening he picked me up and we went to La Belle Jardin, which is this really nice french restaurant downtown. And then we came back to my apartment only to discover a note from Jen saying that she and Warren were staying over with their out-of-town friends for the weekend. So Patrick and I drank some champagne and one thing led to another and we ended up back in my bedroom. He was so sweet and gentle and everything felt so right. And I would have gone further but he stopped and said that he wanted it to be just perfect and the moment to be just right. I felt a little rejected until he assured me over and over that it just meant so much to him that he wanted to wait. I'm thinking Valentine's Day. Oh, the woes of a sexually frustrated girl.
*elaine*
p.s. I have a job interview at La Belle Jardin tomorrow! More later...