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First Date

[Sequel to Thoughts About Dating a Girl]

Why am I so nervous? It’s been over a week now. Still… this is our first proper date. Maybe it’s just the butterflies.

I look over at Linda. We’re on the subway heading up to the stop closest to the museum, and I’m not sure either of us really know what to say right now. I certainly don’t, and she’s been quiet too since we first greeted each other. The thought that I’m not the only one who’s nervous is a little comforting.

I decided against wearing a skirt this time. I went with some dark trousers and a warm jumper. It’s a nice jumper, though. It has a cute seal on it. I like cute things. I blush a little as I glance over at her again. Cute like her.

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The Wind at Our Back

When out on the seas you’ll hear many a thing,

Like the waves, the sailors, and the shanties they sing.

Speaking of song, might there be sirens who lure?

Or perhaps they are warning us, it’s hard to be sure.

What we do know is there’s a sense that you’re free,

Regardless of whether you are over or under the sea.

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Thoughts About Dating a Girl

[New chapter in the Cecilie and Linda story. Seems like letting this go is harder than I thought.]

So I have a girlfriend now. I think? I’m dating a girl. I’ve never been entirely clear on where the line between ‘dating’ and ‘couple’ goes. One of those ‘you just know’ kind of deals, perhaps.

I’ve dated before, sure, but only once did it turn into anything more than that. That’s the only guy I’d actually consider an ex. Dating a girl… it’s not that I have ever exactly been opposed to the idea, it’s more that it hasn’t ever been an idea. Never occurred to me. Between growing up in the country, and having a fairly small circle of friends, it wasn’t something that ever got brought up. Yet here I am.

Never really had cause to question my sexuality… er… actually, let’s not go there yet.

When it comes to dating I have always thought of it as getting to know each other better in such a way as to figure out whether or not you would work as a couple. A sort of interview process? Eesh, that sounds like such a cold way of putting it, actually. No matter how accurate it might be.

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Bovine Game

A’del has recently learned about a curious human pastime: Cow tipping.

He doesn’t really understand the point of it. A cow is basically just a block of meat that grew legs, and some of them contain cream too. They’re actually quite tasty… wait, where was he going with this?

Oh right! Humans are clearly quite simple-minded if they find entertainment in watching blocks of beef fall over. Perhaps it’s more the act? That because it would take some effort for the scrawny humans to topple an overgrown slab of juicy, delicious… he’s getting distracted again, and shakes his head as if to clear it.

It sounds like a game for fools, yet… A’del still wants to try it. His hunger may be great, but so is his curiosity. The only problem is: How does a dragon sneak up on a cow?

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Storytime Update

I’m bad at remembering to update my tabs, but they are actually supposed to serve their function. You are allowed to bug me about it.

I’ve added my recent short stories to the Storytime tab, including the collection page for the Cecilie the Hopeless Lesbian “saga”. I had a lot of fun writing that one, so hopefully you will enjoy it too.


A Serving of Relief

[Sequel to: Friendly Worries]

I arrive a little early, as I’m not the type to remember transport schedules. Still, it’s only like five minutes, and maybe she’s early too. You know, it would be nice if the weather could warm up a little faster. It’s supposed to be Spring now, but it doesn’t really feel like it.

She’s not there when I arrive, so I fiddle about with my phone while I wait. I really should have brought my ear muffs.

A few minutes later I hear: “Hi, Linda!” and I look up to see Cecilie walk over. “I hope you’ve not been waiting long?” I’d say she almost sounds giddy. What is she planning?

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” I smile, then I notice what she’s wearing. That’s fancier than I expected.

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Friendly Worries

[Main story: Smooth Operator]

“I’m s-sorry, I-I have t-to… go. Now.”

And off she goes. Before I am able to think of anything else to say, she is gone. Do I go after her? It looked like she was about to run though, and she’s more fit than me. I doubt I could catch up.

Cecilie is a good friend. Basically my only friend here. Neither of us have really socialised much here at uni, but due to sitting close to each other in lectures, we ended up bonding.

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When the Moon Hits Your Eye

[Sequel to Head in the Clouds]

Friday came so fast. What do I wear? How much do I style myself up? Perfume? Why am I so bad at this?

This hasn’t been a great week academically for me, but I can probably make up for that. More worrying for me is this date with the girl I’m in love with. If I fuck that up, it might be unfixable.

Is it even a date though? It’s not like I’ve confessed my feelings yet. She just thinks we’re going for food as friends as we have before. I mean, she must have noticed how weird I’ve been acting, but she probably hasn’t guessed this. Right?

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Head in the Clouds

[Sequel to Smooth Operator]

I went back to uni on Wednesday. I genuinely wasn’t feeling well yesterday considering my clumsiness the day before, so at least I won’t have to entirely lie about the reason for my absence. My skull still hurts a bit.

After the first lecture there was a free period before the next one. Where Linda will also be.

Speaking of: I ended up wandering over to the library automatically, and there she is. Maybe I was searching for her subconsciously. Damn it, maybe it’s best if I just turn around and… she’s spotted me. She’s waving. Too late now.

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Smooth Operator

You can do this, I tell myself. Just like you’ve practiced. You’re ready.

It doesn’t take me long to find her, so I stroll up to the table she’s sitting at. Being all nonchalant and cool about it, I call out to her.

“Hey, Linda!”

“Yes?” She looks up at me with those deep, blue eyes, and I forget how to breathe.

I’m not sure how long I stand there before she speaks up again. “Cecilie? Did you want something?”

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