Out with one, in with another

I find myself thinking less and less of Samson and more and more of David. Not that I like David more than I do Samson, just that David is here and wants to hang out and wants to get to know me. Samson... has a girlfriend. That's all there is to that. In 15 days I'm going to New Orleans, and I'm going to see Samson. It'll feel like electric bolts are zooming through my body and I'll be elated to see him. To be in his presence, but I'll always know he has a girlfriend. David is a good distraction from that. Not that he's just a distraction. I do like him.

Here's what's happened since Sunday.

Monday we didn't see each other because his phone died, and his car broke and a bunch of other stuff.
Tuesday I called him at lunch because I hadn't heard from him. That night we ended up at his house watching The Ugly Truth. We sat next to each other, I was leaning up against him. He resolutely spurned my advances. Eventually he let me hold his hand and put my legs on his and basically admire his arm with my fingers. We talked about Sunday. He says he wants to get to know me very well. That he jumped into his last two relationships right away and they ended badly. He wants to take things slow. He apologized for things moving so quickly on Sunday and that it was his fault. Of which I said well not entirely. We were supposed to meet up last night, but his class thing started later than he thought, and I was at trivia with friends. Today he started working on a film I was supposed to be on, but was cut from *fumes* but that doesn't matter right now. Maybe he'll call me when they're done, if they don't go out afterward. Maybe I'll see him tomorrow at the screener for the short films from last semester. I will be looking amazing tomorrow night. Dress, boots, hair, makeup. The works. And then dancing or partying afterward.

We'll see what happens. It's always nice that he asks me what I'm doing the next night after I see him.

Maybe this will be a good thing.