Take That Jake Haters

Truthfully all I really wanted to do tonight was watch baseball. I had been text flirting with Becca for most of the afternoon up until now and figured continuing that plus a little baseball would make for a fulfilling evening. I grabbed some Wendy's, sat down in the empty house and started watching the game.

I was in for a big surprise when Harper showed up at my doorstep. She had another little box and a note. I hugged her in feigned excitement and invited Harper in. After all, I needed to see what gift she had brought me, and besides that, I never turn down the opportunity for some good conversation either.

After taking her coat, I said "I'm watching the baseball game tonight, want to join me for a bit?" She agreed and when I sat down on the couch next to her she handed me the box. The note on it said, "We miss you at work. Well, I miss you for sure... but I bet the rest do too. Don't be a stranger. XO Harper" Inside the box were a bunch of mini Halloween candies that I liked. I thanked Her, and we hugged again on the couch. She pulled away really slow, and stared at me, kind of um, for lack of a better word - longingly. It looked like a pretty standard yet overly forward green light. I commented about the game and asked her if she wanted a drink.

As I walked to the kitchen my thought process went as follows: --I can totally make out with Harper right now. --I don't exactly want to... do I? --Wait? Why don't I want to? --Oh right, she is hefting some serious emotional baggage. --If I kiss her I am basically inviting that baggage into my life. --She does look extra hot in her thin gray hoody thingy though. --I really hope the Angels pull through tonight to tie up the series. --Where are all my roommates anyway? --Harper is gonna want to talk through the whole game and I wont be able to text Becca. --It'll probably be good to end communication with Becca, it'll make her wonder what I'm doing and thinking when she doesn't hear from me. --Who the hell drank my last Mtn Dew? --Eff it, I'm drinking one of Calvins Dr. Thunders. --If Andrea found out at work that I made out with Harper it would probably hurt her. --I'm not going to make out with Harper.

We watched the game together and talked. She was flirting pretty hard though. Her hands were constantly on my thighs and shoulders. I moved to the floor to avoid too much snuggling and she gave me a shoulder massage, and played with my hair. I love that! She looked really cute too and I kept toying with the idea of kissing her. I also kept hoping one of my roommates would come home and kill the chance of anything happening.

At about the bottom of the 6th inning I was exclaiming my frustration with California's poor performance, when Harper lay her head on that spot between my right pectoral and shoulder and started gently rubbing my chest and arm. Out of habit I softly ran my finger tips up and down her forearm.

The honest to goodness truth about this moment was that I was completely into the game. The Angle's had runners on 1st and 2nd, and had no outs. They were down 6 to 1 so this seemed like their best chance. I was sucked in, so I honestly wasn't paying attention to how cuddly me and Harper's cuddling was getting. Then, idiot Jeter got a double play and I cried out, "Aaargh, I hate the Yankees! Fricking Jeter."

Harper, leaned up and put her face right in front of mine, She said in kind of a whispery high pitched voice, "Hey, I like Derek Jeter." This is the instant that I realized she was pretty much laying across me. One of my hands was on her side and the other on her thigh. She had a hand on my shoulder and on my stomach. Her face was about an inch away from mine, and her eyes were saying exactly what she was about to do.

WAIT - Before I get into what happened next. I wanted to address the many reader comments ragging on me since my break up with Andrea. Apparently, I am now a douche bag, a jerk, one so selfish that I can't even see outside my own interests. In addition to that, I am a complete lip whore... or so some believe.

However, I'm not exactly sure which blog it is that you people (those naysayers) are even reading. Since Calvin and I started writing this blog... and since I have been back home from my mission I have only kissed two girls. TWO! I dated Andrea for a month before our first kiss. Really a RM having kissed two girls in his first 6 months back is super duper crazy slutty!

I'm a big douche for dumping Andrea. I get it. I know. All my reasons were trite and selfish. Obviously, because what I wrote, about why I ended my relationship with Andrea, on my anonymous blog, that is anonymous so I can be honest, was all a total BS excuse. Deserve deshmerve right?

Sorry, needed to vent a little there, and that was not directed towards everyone, just everyone who has never made a questionable decision in their dating careers allowing them to be ultra critical of the decisions I make.

So, did I kiss Harper during the last three innings of the Yankee's vs Angel's playoff game...?

I'm not telling. That's right, hows that for "Douchey"? See, I don't know if the readers of this blog really want honesty. I think they want the candy coated stories of people with real names and faces. People they see at church, and hear about in their gossip sessions. Forget learning from mistakes, doing ones best, and supporting those that fail. You guys don't want confessions, you want Ommisions from a Mormon Bachelor Pad... or so it would seem with your heavy laden critisms and judgment passing.

Have a nice day. Calvin has already advised me to remove my tampon next time I make a post.

Jake