Playa Got Played... I think.

Actually, I'm not sure at all if that's what happened. So I go out with Amy on Sunday. I've chosen Amy to date instead of Carla (by default, really, but I probably would have chosen Amy anyway so I'm not bothered).

I asked Amy out for Sunday after a pretty good date on Friday. Things went well, but she was acting kind of peculiar during our Friday date. She kept asking me somewhat leading questions about the possibility that I might be dating other people. Here's an example: "So, Cal. I hear you're kind of a womanizer. (takes a bite of her garlic bread as I consider having some... just in case we kiss... she won't be the only one that reeks) Have I crossed paths with any of the other girls you're interested in?" Kind of a weird question from someone I've only been out with four times, right?

I think I could have kissed her after our date on Friday, but it didn't feel right so I asked if she wanted to get together on Sunday evening. I was careful to avoid suggesting anything that included vigorous activity or spending money. I didn't want to put her off by implying that I regularly fail to keep the Sabbath day holy. I said we could go to a park and feed the ducks... with bread that I did not purchase on a Sunday. Looking back, Amy seemed only moderately excited, but at the time I just wanted her to say "yes" cause I was pretty sure I could bust a womanizing move if we happened to be still be at the park after the Holy Ghost went to bed. Rumor has it the H.G. hits the sack at around midnight. Unless you're in high school. Then it's 10:30 ish.


Here's where it gets weird. Amy and I are at the park, sitting on a blanket and talking about random stuff. I keep trying to casually shift the conversation into topics slightly more "make-out friendly", like her favorite chapstick or if she has any birthmarks or skin blemishes anywhere on her body. Out of nowhere she starts asking me how I feel about where our relationship is going. Before I can even babble something remotely coherent, she starts telling me about how she received some revelation the night before about me. I decided to stop trying to talk and just let her go. I wanted to hear what the Spirit told her about me. She started talking about trees. Yup. Trees... and the elaborate root systems that enable them to stay upright even though their leaves are always trying to reach further into the heavens. I'm glad it was dark because she didn't see me rolling my eyes.

I'm not exaggerating when I say this, ok. Amy rambled for over 20 minutes about trees, roots, leaves and how our potential as humans can never be fully reached in this lifetime and our ability to love is somehow related to the pioneers and their struggle through the plains and the sacrifices they made should be on the forefront of blah blah blah. I honestly have absolutely no idea what the crap she was talking about. I called it quits and drove her home.

After I got home, I was telling Jake about it and he thinks I got played. I didn't really think about it, but I guess it makes sense. Amy's little monologue was so out of character... I think. Let's just hypothesize for a moment. What if Andrea told Carla and Amy that I was trying to decide which of them to date? Jake doesn't remember telling Andrea anything about it, but who knows what Jake let slip while he was butter in Andrea's righteous hands. What if Carla and Amy were both jerking me around just for fun? I think I got played, yo. It doesn't feel very good.

Calvin