A: So today I'm doing something a bit different with my post. I was working on a draft of a post, and Ryan kept adding his verbal commentary to it as I wrote. It was amusing, for the most part, so I decided we'd duo on today's post. Besides, it's my damn blog and I can do what I want! A is my writing, R is his. I should probably explain who Ryan is since quite a few of you don't have a clue. Ryan is my...uh...
R: Just say boyfriend and get it over with.
A: Pfft, we're just dating casually.
R: Who else are you dating?
A: Just you, babe.
R: Well, isn't dating just one guy exclusively a boyfriend?
A: Fuck you and your logic.
R: I WIN!
A: Anyways, Ryan and I are seeing each other and we met at a basketball game. Our seats had one seat between us, so over the course of a few games we got to know each other, we hung out outside of games a few times, and after lunch one day he kissed me and we went from there. I remember him from the first game, before we'd spoken to each other. I remember him striking me as incredibly attractive, and thinking even if the Lobos lose, there's nice scenery to distract me. After the first couple of games, I remember thinking "wow he's really rowdy".
R: Now who is the rowdy one at games?
A: Me, and proudly so. :P So after that first game we recognized each other at the next game and said hi and throughout the game made commentary to each other. A couple of games later Ryan was there with a friend who was not as into basketball as Ryan is.
R: He complained the whole way home. But it was him who insisted on coming. I slapped him later for being a downer.
A: I wanted to slap him for not getting up and cheering and just frowning the whole game. Anyways, Ryan was talking about team stats and RPI, all of which flew over his friend's head. I piped in with a comment about the RPI changes and some of the stats I'd done on my own. Ryan's face lit up and he switched seats with Mr. No Fun to sit next to me, and in between cheering and swearing we talked stats.
R: I had to be dreaming. A girl talking basketball stats who knew what the hell she was saying.
A: We exchanged numbers, AIM screen names and email addresses, and we were in almost constant contact ever after. I completely had a bit of a crush on him by this point, but the HELL if I was making a move. I was more glad that I wasn't alone in my Lobos obsession and had a similar mind to talk basketball with. He asked me to lunch one day so we went out and had a great time. We managed to talk about everything BUT basketball like music, school, food likes and dislikes, hopes, dreams, politics and religion. We were exploring who this other person was and whether we had other common ground besides our fanaticism about the Lobos.
R: For someone who swears she can't speak for shit, one of the most striking things I remember about that lunch was how eloquently she spoke. I was already absolutely nervous, but I remember feeling completely intimidated with her regal mannerisms.
A: You're smoking the cheap shit or something, because I really can't speak for shit. And regal mannerisms? What am I some princess?
R: Only of my world. Was that a nice save?
A: Doesn't count as a save if you call it out, goober.
R: Damn. :(
A: Anyways, what we thought would be an hour lunch wound up being over 3 hours. We eventually left, Ryan had picked me up so he was the one driving.
R: Have you ridden with her? My driving was for her own safety! ^laughs^
A: Hey! I'm not a bad driver! During our hours long conversation I had mentioned my affinity for water and fountains, so he surprised me by driving us to this park with a lot of fountains. (R: Yeah, I got game.) As seems to be our standard when we are around each other we had the giggles something terrible and despite the cool weather kept splashing each other by the fountains.
R: I was just trying to get the front of your shirt wet! Kidding, don't hurt me babe! (This girl has some fierce eye daggers.)
A: ANYWAYS, *glare*, we were both shivering so we went back to the car and he turned the heater on full blast while we talked some more. I'd noticed he was still trembling long after I had warmed up, and I'm always cold. I asked him if he was ok since he was still shivering. He said "It's not the cold, I..." and his voice trailed off. I turned my head to look at him as a sign he better finish his statement and to not leave me hanging.
R: I wanted to officially ask her out, but I was so nervous. I wasn't shivering, I was just damn scared to ruin the good time we'd had so far.
A: So he turns to me and stares into my eyes for a few moments to the point of extreme awkwardness, I kept asking him what is it, is there something on my face, then to my surprise (R: Shit, mine too.) he kissed me. We were giggling even more after that and we both couldn't stop grinning. It was pretty obvious we liked each other at that point, so we went from there.
R: The awkward pause was me looking at the reflection of the sunset in her eyes. There was something about the way it reflected that was magical, but she's magical in the first place.
A: Aw man, this sap-fest is gonna make me barf.
R: You love it, you're grinning as we write this back and forth. To add on to what she said, from that first game on December 16th I was infatuated with her. She was tall, beautiful and at the very least we both liked Lobos basketball and were UNM students, so we had those as common ground. Once I realized just how into basketball she was, especially after we started talking stats, I had to know her better. I knew she was a rare breed. This is twisted, but when she would unload the most profane phrases known to man on the visiting team's coaches, players and fans, I thought it was cute as all hell. To see what I had assumed was a beautiful but subdued woman get riled up and use phrases that would make baby Jesus cry, I was blown away and impressed at the "creative" phrases she'd spout. This wasn't your typical pretty but prissy girl. She's been saying it a lot lately because she got it from me but I knew that this girl was nothing less than badass. Badass became my pet name for her.
A: I've got to be one of a very few who has profanity in their pet name.
R: Beats horseshit or goatfuck.
A: You're such a romantic. :P As we hand the laptop back and forth to write this, we cannot stop giggling. Whenever we get around each other, it's just nonstop giggles.
R: I blame you. You're playful and intelligent with a dirty mouth, dark sense of humor, and childlike curiosity. It makes you absolutely interesting and adorable, plus your smile is contagious.
A: Awww. *barf*
R: What? Don't wanna show your sweet side and let people know you're a nice girl?
A: I called you my boyfriend, don't push your luck anymore.
R: I'll take it!
A: So that's really the story of what's up with Ryan and why he's guest writing this with me.
R: For full disclosure, she is correcting all of my many spelling errors. She tried to ninja erase some of what I said but I caught it.
A: Misspelled words drive me nuts, and you really can't spell for shit.
R: F-O-R S-H-I-T
A: Smartass. Ryan is 27 and an astrophysics major. I stunned him with how much I knew, since I have a bit of a fondness and fascination with the topic.
R: Yeah, one day I thought I was being all smart and was trying to impress her with complex theories. I assumed she wouldn't know them, then I could explain and she'd swoon over my impressive databank of info. (A: Swoon? Really? Geez.) She not only explained it back to me, but corrected where I had said something backwards. I felt like a jackass. Though I also liked it, she was obviously smart and we could have both scientific and philosophical talks about the subject. Badass, talk about your charity event idea. We were talking about this earlier and I think it's great.
A: Oh right! If I'm Badass can we make your nickname jackass since you said it?
R: Yeah, no.
A: Oh FINE. So I'm working on this event at UNM for world autism day and was trying to come up with an original, non-bake sale-ish way to have a fundraiser to benefit the NM autism society. My brilliant idea is...A BASKETBALL TOURNAMENT! ABQ is basketball crazy, we could sell tickets and charge entry fees to fundraise and I already have local businesses that will donate some pretty awesome prizes that I was afraid were going to wind up in a raffle or something. I think it'd be cool once we're down to the Excellent Eight to hold the playoffs at the Pit, if we could swing it.
R: I love this idea. I would not want to play against Aeris though. I bet she plays basketball like that one girl plays soccer.
A: I don't need to be on the court to beat you down. :P My creative writing class is...well...I love it sometimes and hate it others. I like when we write whatever the hell we want. I HATE the prompted writing. Trying to decide on what my final project will be. Either a fiction short story or a poetry collection. The prompted poetry is the only "forced" writing I like. I'm really just much more intrigued with the poetry part of the class, and I'm not sure why. I got rave reviews on my very short story we had to turn in today, which was cool because I wrote a fantasy story, fiction overall being something I think I am terrible at. There are WAY too many times, especially during the poetry part of the class, when *I* am the one talking the most. Class discussion is boring when it's one sided. :( But overall I'm really having a blast with this class. I've been writing almost non-stop and have lots of really good inspired material I want to develop.
However, I've also written total crap. I had 30 minutes to find, observe and write a poem about an object. I wound up with 3 poems about 2 different things, the last two coming from seeing myself in the mirror in the bathroom and one about a raven I walked past. I wrote total crap for all of them. Just because, I'm going to post those 3 here. I'll post the good stuff when it's done, if I ever get to good stuff.
R: The Raven one is my favorite, I think it's cute and a bit clever. It may be crap for an Aeris poem, but I couldn't write anything near as interesting as she did. Though, I have a bit of bias, I'm sure.
A: OMG, you. My post is like a million times longer than usual because it's now bloated with your bullshit. :P I enjoyed working with you on this, it's definitely something different and mixes things up from my inane ramblings.
R: It was fun. Time with you always is, Badass. To the readers, it was nice to sorta kinda meet you, or introduce myself to you might be better.
A: And to conclude, 3 crap poems I wrote for class!
~A. and ~R. (Ryan totally stole my signature. Poser!)
#1
Hey there, Raven
I know why you tilt your head
to gaze at me funny.
Sorry to stare.
I am taking a chance on you.
For 30 minutes
be my muse.
I don't like this anymore than you.
After these minutes
you can quote this Aeris:
"Nevermore."
#2
In an act
of sheer curiosity
what I chose to search
for those hidden corners of me
is me.
Perhaps merely a show
of my ego.
But to ponder me pondering me
opens mental doors
I don't think I saw before.
#3
I see my reflection
and become uncomfortable.
What is it I don't want me to know?
I close my eyes
and turn away before I tell me
who I think I am
and who I am
are not the same.
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~A.
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