One word: wow.
I've been in LA since Wednesday for orientation/general sightseeing. I'm leaving on Sunday.
Orientation went well - I feel more prepared for campus life, met some swingin' gentlemen and dames, and have a kickass schedule (no classes on Fridays and my earliest class is 9:30).
But really orientation has taken backseat to something else. Well...someone else. =] He and I had been talking on facebook a lot for the past couple months. He's tall, dark-haired, skinny, from northern California, and an animation major in the school of cinematic arts; he's also funny, sweet, caring, intelligent, and about as crazy as I am. We hung out when we could the first day and there was definitely some flirting going on. By the time we were headed to the dance at the end of the first day, the attraction was pretty much sealed. We walked there with our arms around each other's shoulders and then danced for a couple hours. He's an amazing dancer. He does whatever the hell he feels like; he doesn't ever get embarrassed; and he always looks good while doing it. We kept scandalous dancing to a minimum, but we did do a little bit. Enough to get me hard, anyway!
The dance ended at midnight. Most people went to their rooms...we went out to the quad and sat in this kind of secluded place next to this pool/fountain. It was beautiful...the burning lights of the city against the dark of the night sky; the silence of the sleeping campus; and just the sheer beauty of USC around us.
It was inexplicable. We had this immediate and immense spiritual connection. We cuddled, but it wasn’t like normal cuddling. We mostly just held each other and sat and breathed and felt each other’s presences as much as we could. We held each other so tight, against the cold of the night - with his arms around me and my face buried in the crook of his neck, it was as if he understood all the pain that I’ve ever been through and was there to help me; to love me; to make it all go away. It was beautiful. We kissed. More than a few times. We stayed out there till four in the morning. Neither of us wanted to go back inside.
But we had to get some sleep, so we did end up going back in. I hadn’t set up my bed, and I didn’t want to wake up my roommate by barging in and throwing things around at 4 in the morning, so I just slept with my man, haha. Nothing dirty, of course. Although the beds were of course very small, so spooning was necessary. We left a nice note next to the bed for his roommate to read if we weren’t up yet saying we didn’t have sex and I couldn’t get into my room, haha. That wasn’t awkward.
We hung out for a lot of the next day, and then in the last hour we had left, when everyone had mostly checked out, we went up to his room. Nothing dirty! We both knew it would’ve been whorish and way too soon. But we did throw off our shirts and make out, so that was pretty fun. And it was still pretty spiritual. We had moments when all we did was just look into each other’s eyes. It was so nice.
So we’ve pretty much decided we’re boyfriends now. It sucks that we have to wait a couple of months to see each other again and really get started, but we’ll manage. But man, today was definitely really terrible being without him. Especially since I spent all day with my dad, who I absolutely could never ever tell anything to about boys. But here’s to hoping these next two months will be as pine-free as possible! I just think it’s really amazing/hilarious that I already have a boyfriend and it’s not even my first day yet, haha. I was really worried before about finding one, so it’s good to know I have no need to fear anymore.
Ahh, but I do miss him already. C’est la vive.