Last night I was at my friend John's (shower guy) apartment playing video games. I went home for a bit to make a phone call, and headed down the dark stairs to the front door. As I was descending, I said "Oooh. Creepy, dark stairs." and John told me to turn on the light, not realizing that I was already halfway down the stairs. As I neared the bottom, I thought I had finished the last step and took too long a step onto what I thought was the floor. Unfortunately, I had misjudged by two steps, and I hit the ground twisting my ankle. I yelled (yes, there were expletives) and John came running down the stairs. (He was smart enough to turn on the light) After a few seconds sitting on the floor, I managed to get up and walk to my apartment. John didn't trust me to get there myself, and walked me over to my apartment, carrying my computer bag. He was pretending to be sweet, but he was laughing at me the entire way. As it turns out, I suffered only a few bumps and bruises -- no permanent damage done.
And in other news: I think I've made a decision about Bobo (that's what John nicknamed the guy I've been talking to). I think he seems a little too eager. He keeps talking about the connection we have, and how beautiful I am (though we've never met) and all the things we'll do once we're together. Despite my reminding him that I can't make any decisions about "us" until I meet him, he won't stop with the "I wish you were here right now. I'd love to cuddle with you. I wish I could kiss you." nonsense. It's just a little too pushy for my tastes. He could have been a great guy, but he seems too needy for me. Unfortunately, now I have to figure out how to tell him. I hate this part. "Sorry, you seem like a nice enough guy, but I'm just not feeling what you're feeling, and I don't think you can be patient enough for me." or something like that.
And is it strange that I'm watching White Christmas right now? It probably is, but I don't really mind. I like this movie, and I just felt like watching it today.
Well, I'm going back over to John's now. Hopefully, I can make it up and down his stairs without breaking my silly neck.