Friday night, after our performance, Jag and I met up at Livingstone's in the Tower District. After the intensity of the performance, Jag got us a small table in a darkish corner, a cool and relaxing way to spend the rest of the evening. Although Jag claims that he enjoys making people uncomfortable, he did everything possible to make me comfortable, to keep the conversation flowing and make sure that I was at ease.
So, as dinner is served, he decides that we are going to play a little game of Truth wherein we each get to ask a question and the other person must answer truthfully. Of course, there is an escape clause, you may choose not to answer. Now you might say that this is a surefire way to make someone uncomfortable, but we're both actors, we love talking about ourselves. The questions ranged from silly to squirm-worthy, and I only declined to answer one question. I've slept three times since then, so I do not remember the question, sorry. We laughed alot, especially when I told Jag that one word I would use to describe him was Crazy.
Alright, here's where I get awkward and weird. We closed the bar, actually got asked to leave, because they wanted to clean up and go home. We were in the middle of a train of thought, so when Jag turned towards home, in the opposite direction of my car, I went along with him. It was 2am, I should have said thank you very much, gotten in my car and driven home, but I was having a good time, I wanted to continue chatting. He invited me back to his place for a drink and I said sure, but then, of course, my overactive crazy took over and I started obsessing. Why did he invite me back to his place? Was he expecting something from me? Was that what I wanted? What am I doing? As soon as I retreated into my brain the conversation went south and instead of saying 'hey it's late, I should actually head home', I continued to his apartment. Have I mentioned that I have very little experience in this area. I'm quite sure that my heart was at a hummingbird's speed. Once we were there I felt awkward about being there, and pretty quickly decided it was time to call it a night. He walked me back to my car and I avoided all physical contact. Have I mentioned I'm no good at this? Should I have hugged him? Kiss on the cheek? It felt unfinished.