I was going to take a break from my continuing Mennonite saga for a bit and write more miscellaneous posts for a few days. However, I woke up this morning to find a message from the Mennonite on my facebook wall – we haven’t talked in months and even then it was only because we happened to run into each other. Neither of us has contacted the other person purposely for quite some time. So that was a bit of a shock. It also made me remember a night that is an interesting part of the story, though it actually happened before the night in part 2 (and thus this is “part 1.5”). I really need to learn how to summarize better...
So, before the drunken night that somewhat instigated the downhill spiral, we went to a concert together. It was a girl from my high school who I didn’t know very well but thought was very talented. He was being really lazy about coming with me, so I extolled how amazing this girl was and told him that it would change his life (I was exaggerating but I wanted him to come).
He and a friend of mine came with me to the concert. He didn’t love the performer as much as I had hoped and he was surprisingly bitchy about it. On the plus side, he was also being really touchy with me – he kept putting his arms around me. At one point he wrapped his arms around me, dipped me and put his face very very close to mine. I asked my friend (who is gay) what he thought about the Mennonite and his response was, “he’s pretty, but he knows it.” My friend was equally confused about whether or not he liked me though.
Because the girl was a performer from my high school, both the Mennonite and my friend were like “you should go talk to her” but I’m inherently shy and we didn’t know each other in high school at all (I just knew who she was from some of the school music performances) so I didn’t want to. The Mennonite got really forceful about it, trying to drag me, pushing me. Finally he was like “if you don’t go talk to her I’m going to tell her you’re here but you’re too much of a stalker to talk to her.” And he started walking over to the table where she was sitting. I figured that would be more awkward than me introducing myself, so I went over and introduced myself and bought her CD. It was pretty awkward. She didn’t remember me, as I knew she wouldn’t. And I was annoyed that he forced me into that.
There are two reasons this story is important: First, because it made me remember how aggressive the Mennonite was. If I playfully pushed him or something, he would push me back but harder. It still seemed playful, but it bordered on aggressive. That was one kind of weird thing about our interaction. At the time I kind of construed at as… elementary school flirting in a way. You know, where you run up and shove the person you have a crush on on the playground because you don’t really know how else to get there attention. And it didn’t bother me at the time, but looking back it was probably a bad sign and I don’t think it was elementary school flirting. I think he might have some aggression issues (and, on a side note, I think he also likes it a little rough and was trying to get me to push him back a little harder too).
The other reason this story is important is because it was part of what led to our intense drunken conversation from part 2 – I drunkenly told him that my friend had said he was “pretty but he knew it,” which he proceeded to implore was not true and that he was actually quite insecure.
His facebook message to me today said: “I have to give you a point. I just heard [her] new EP and it’s great.”
Finally, I get a long overdue point from him. Haha. I’m just not sure if I should respond or not… (which at this point I suppose you can’t really advise me since I haven’t told the really negative parts of the story yet).
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