So things between me and my first love are either amazing or horrible, but rarely ever just normal laid back. Being the normal laid back person that I am. Tonight freaked me out. I really wanted to see and hear from him but the invite for dinner also came with fear of leaving with a sour taste in my mouth.

I decided to be friends, as I had been the one to ask for this I had to uphold it, and accept. Dinner was alright nothing special, nothing devastating. But things didn't stop at dinner. We ended up renting a couple of movies.

Movies used to be something that brought us together. In high school he worked at the local Hollywood Video. I spent hours pretending that it took me that long to decide what I would be watching. Hoping to sneak a glance from him as he greeted, checked and tried to get bundle deals.

Picking a movie together was interesting to say the least. But at least went quickly. Pretty much I choose the catagory and made him to all the rest. It is interesting where life leads you.

We ended up watching a rather awesome movie the chumscrubber. I always wonder if he picks things for a reason like when we first met watching edward scissorhands. Anyways despite the morbid outward depiction of a drug obsessed teen culture trapped in suburbia the movie had a greater purpose as its true intention. I think it was about noticing, and caring, and caring about the right things. How families can have great influence.

Point I guess I liked the movie well. And I liked seeing him too, and it wasn't amazing, or horrible. Which in itself is a little amazing. Hopefully Ill get to see him soon.