Friday, February 20, 2009

Photographic proof

Our mutual friend posted a photo of me and Capitaine le Vomi on crackbook this evening. I actually have no recollection of the photo even being taken and it took me a few minutes to figure out where we were. I mean, logically I knew it was at the bar that fateful night he acquired his nickname but I don't really remember him being that up close and personal with me. I remember mostly distance and awkwardness on my part in response to his drunken flirtatiousness. That was just prior to creepy drunk club guy hitting on everything with boobs pinball type "dancing" behaviour. It was truly classy and reminds me how little I know him. A couple of people immediately concluded his behaviour that night was a result of his being nervous to see me. Which is logical because I was feeling pretty nauseated between Belleville and Montreal and then experienced this weird, jittery, throat-clenching fear from the moment we started getting ready to his double cheek kiss. But I don't know? Do guys get that way too? I mean, guys that register 13 on the looks scale? I'm not sure.

In the photo, he has his arm wrapped around my shoulder so tightly that I'm basically tucked into his side. It's not an awful photo, if you can get past how utterly drizzunk we both look. I'm shiny and droopy eyed and his eyes are rimmed red. Now I realize how wasted he must have been even that early in the night. I messed around with it a bit and we look much better grainy and in black and white. I made it my desktop photo. I just can't believe that's the first photo taken of us "together". Yikes. I can't wait for him to see it when he gets home from his vacation. I wonder if he'll be mortified or think it's funny... 7 more sleeps til I see him again!


Hey Asshat, on a completely unrelated note, am I crazy (that's rhetorical) or is H commenting as both Michelle and GOD?

3 comments:

Asshat said...

As another devilishly handsome guy, I can tell you that yes, we do get ourselves all in a dither when we face the prospect of an important romantic encounter. That may well be the reason that le Capitaine drank enough to earn his "nom de boite de nuit" that evening(as us Francophones say). And apparently now there's photographic evidence that le Capitaine wasn't drinking alone, which is the simple explanation to the Facebook revelations.

I haven't been paying much attention lately to Harlan and his weirdo commenters. I think that Harlan's not trying too hard at the moment.

Awkward, for you said...

I didn`t even know Harlan was blogging again....oooh and he`s back with the isolation scale..yikes!

geekhiker said...

Oh, man, you're SO smitten...