Current mood:	happy
Current music:	"Every Thug Needs a Lady" -Alkaline Trio

Awoke in Each Other's Arms
Prom was a lot better than I had anticipated it would be. Ten times better than last year. One of the best nights I've had in a long time.

I picked Sarah up, and the conversation wasn't the greatest it could've been at first, but after a while we did better. I dropped her off at AMANDA'S house, so they could get ready together and stuff, and then I went home and got ready.

Now, I'm not one to brag, but I can say without hyperbole that I was the sexiest man on the face of the earth with the black suit and red tie look. Hot.

I went and picked up Sarah, and my buddy Dave got Amanda (his girlyfriend), and we went out to eat. All four of us. That was pretty nifty.

The actual dance part of Prom was really cool, too. I could tell that Sarah wanted to go out and dance and stuff, but like, am I gonna do it? Don't think so! But I figured "what the hell, I might as well make her happy". And so I was all "Y'wanna go dance, Sary?" She insisted she didn't. I kept asking, knowing that she wanted to, but she kept saying she didn't. She was sacrficing her own wants/interests for...me! OMGLOVE.

And after Prom king and queen were announced, a bunch of people left. There were only like, fifty of us left there, and then Sarah ran off and started dancing with a mob of girls that she'd never met before. Admirable. I could never be that confident and/or insane.

Actually I take that back. Because for a couple songs, me and my buddies went out there and started "dancing" like jackasses. Just to be funny, though. We weren't 'really' doing it, like all the girls. And at this point, it wasn't like I was going to be embarassed, because everybody still there was dancing, or just sitting around waiting for their date to quit dancing.

In between songs, Sarah came and sat down at the table, and I made a move on her...and held her hand! And she didn't relinquish it! SCORE.

And Sarah and I slowdanced for one song, and we were all like, really close and stuff. It was okay. Dare I say, I even...enjoyed it?

After prom was all done, we were faced with two choices for post-prom. Choice A: Go to a hotel and sit around and smoke pot with about ten people I know, and Sarah doesn't. Choice B: Go bowling with about fifteen people that both Sarah and I know.

We opted for B. Bowling at 2 AM is grand.

Then Sarah and I came back here, to my house. She was going to spend the night (on the couch). Funny enough, I had no intention of getting laid. See, on the car ride over, we had just established that we were "officially" together, and that cancelled any "stick-it-in" urges I had. Mostly.

So we sat on the couch and watched the TV. Between the German soccer game and the black-and-white Popeye cartoons, she fell asleep on my shoulder twice. I was drifting in and out of conciousness, leaning my head on hers and holding her hand. It was so cool. Haven't felt that good for a few months. It wasn't like any physical "wow this feels good" thing, or any "wow, we're really connecting intellectually". But just being with somebody who likes you and trusts you enough to fall asleep on you is really a good feeling. The 'togetherness' of it was 'da bomb', as they say.

Yeah. So Sarah's now 'officially' my girlfriend. We've already slept together, lolz. This weekend was really good. My therapist will be pleased. Not as pleased as I am right now, mind you, but pleased nontheless.