doc: I really want to see The Hunger Games.
me: Yeah, so do I. It looks awesome.
doc: Did you read the books?
me: Yeah -- well, the first one. It's really good. I can't wait to see the movie.
doc: I'm on call this weekend, but, um, what are you doing Monday night?
and just like that, we had a "date." a friend date, though. we're just friends. he's leaving the country/hemisphere. these are the things that i told myself during the time leading up to The Hunger Date.
i didn't have too much time to be nervous, though, since i had a novel to read by Monday night. you see, i hadn't actually read The Hunger Games when i told the doctor that i had read, and enjoyed, The Hunger Games. oops. sometimes i lie to guys.
i spent Saturday evening in bed (yes, i gave up a night of drinkdancing) reading THG. i was on the edge of my comforter. it may have been written for teenagers, but The Hunger Games has everything i needed to get hooked into a fascinating, gruesome, page-turning story. i simply couldn't put it down, and not only because i needed to have read it by Monday's date. i read until 2:30 AM and enjoyed every minute of it.
okay, people, i can sense your judgment from THIS FAR AWAY. i know, it was somewhat desperate. i'm hungry for romantic time with a man who i enjoy, and the doctor and i have great chemistry. whether the night held in store a kiss or a cuddle or even just that special movie theatre lean-in, i wanted it. i was out to get it. i was hungry for some quality time. my roommate assumed that i just wanted sexy time, which i promise you was not the case.
"Okay, see you in the morning," she said as i checked my intentionally bouffant hair and got ready to walk out the door.
unfortunately, i saw her at home three hours later.
there was no kissing. there was no sleepover. there was only that special movie theatre lean-in, throughout most of the movie, during which i should've suggested that he sit in my seat, since it appeared that he so badly wanted to be there. i, on the other hand, played it cool, boy. reeeeal cool.
i let him lean onto me during the gruesome parts of the film (which is so vanilla compared to the gory details of the novel). i told him that i miss him and that it was good seeing him. but i did not walk him home, four blocks from the theater. i insisted upon an intersection good-bye. i allowed a hug. i was a good friend and a good movie companion. because we are friends. we are companions.
i would never admit it to him, but i was hungry for much more.