1:16 p.m. - August 22, 2003
Eli and I hung out last night and talked for hours about our backgrounds and beliefs and I'm alarmed at how easily / quickly I find myself thinking about him far more than I'd like. A night with surprises, that's for sure:
(1) Eli is a Christian, and not the Spec variety (you know.... say you're Christian just so the Christian guy you're interested in lets down his guard quicker). I was suspicious and grilled him on theology and I can't believe we're on the same religious page.
We went to Barnes & Noble to buy this book on colors and psychology and relationships, one of those things you laugh about and inspires conversation (I can't remember the title, but I'll ask him). I'm an environmental-tan-green with an overlay of red and after going through the mini-workbook, I'll swear by it myself. I'm a color acolyte; everything was on the mark. Eli's an environmental-tan-yellow with a blue undertone. We talked politics (he's a Dem, I'm not), coming out (his mother tries to fix him up, his father died long before), relationships. He likes smart guys, especially ones who speak Spanish. He thinks I know everything because each bit of trivia he threw at me I could explain, answer, propound. (Of course I know Cuban geography, geopolitical influences, Bautista, the flight to southern Florida, design principles and geometric lines, foundation-relative-to-height, vectors, and the three most populated countries.)I think he can read my mind and I like the way he calls me babe. Of all things, I know. But I like his barely-there accent, he likes my voice and laugh, I like his blue eyes. They smolder and make me nervous, but good nervous.
(a) He's not the most educated person in the world when it comes to writing. He writes emails the way he speaks: I should of gone home earlier . . . .
There's more but I suspect I'm finding reasons to push him away so I'll stop now. I want to see him again tonight.
I feel naive and foolish to be excited about this.