Review

It all started with a text; I need to talk to you. The phone rang seconds later and I found myself voice to voice with my biggest fear: HIM. I sent the text. I answered the phone. And I stumbled word after word. " I know you are dating other people, thats a good thing. But I have developed a little crush on you and I wanted to know what you thought". The silence was bad, but hearing that he knew was even worse. "No, this is a good thing, I'm definitely smiling right now" he said. Of course you are smiling, I just made a fool of myself to pump up your ego. "I am seeing people, but we should definitely go on some dates" he continued. DATES???? I don't want to go on dates. I don't want to be having this conversation. I don't want to be counting the moments until I don't have to hear you anymore. I want to crawl under my bed with some magazines and watch peoples feet as they pass by unaware of me.

You don't have to answer right now......in fact, please don't answer right now. Take some time to think about it and by then I'll already be in Rosarito getting food poisoning. When they find me and the taco that did me in they'll say she was running away from something - but ultimately she died doing what she loved; eating cheap food on the street.

We had our first date on Friday night. We had hung out a lot with other people, but this was a solo project. We went to the same International Cinema movie that my parents who never go out went to. "We didn't see you there" my dad said later at home. "I saw you and we sat far away" I replied. He looked good, really good but I couldn't tell him. I felt foolish as I stole secret glances at him during the movie. I just wanted to reach over and touch him, just put my hand on his back, but I didn't. Finally over hot chocolate between discussing capital punishment, gangs and the state of Israel I blurted out "I like that shirt, it looks good on you". Lame.

10:30pm, date over. I sent a "thank you"text (an inside joke of ours). He laughed and sent one back thanking me. Then he sent a real one saying we should do it again sometime. Another crumb for me to nibble on. "I'm tired of crumbs" I told my mom, " I want a piece of bread".