I hate this part of the game. The awkward texting, facebook stalking, delving for details, trying to understand and figure out if this is something to continue or drop, trying to find footing, where he stands, where I stand . . .

It was easier the night before. When the music was too loud to talk, when everything we said was by touch, with a look and a smile. He had these gorgeous brown eyes, I remember, and a cute grin. He seemed nice enough, treated me with respect, didn’t look at the other girls while I was around. Seemed honourable enough. We danced alot, and it was nice to feel wanted, it was nice to have this without cheapening it, without ruining the simplicity of what it was with words.

But now, in the days that follow, the details are slowly coming out, my life, his life, what he does, where I live, his history, and mine. And at first it was amusing (you’re how old?! You do what? Ha, me too!) And then we get into what are we were looking for, what we want. And then it became complicated (You’re leaving? Forever? Sad face).

It will all come out, eventually. What I want, what I’m doing, and I’d rather do it face to face than screen to screen. I don’t want to hurt his feelings when I tell him I’m not interested in his details. That I just wanted to dance. What I really miss the simplicity of that first night. When it was simple, and easy and the details were unimportant. When the music pumped up through the floor as you moved, when the beat tied you together, when the whats and hows and whys didn’t matter. When all that mattered was the right then and there.

It was just better when the details didn’t complicate things, I think.