Her name is Jasmine Zhu. Her last name means "pig" in Chinese and whenever she got the chance she'd draw pigs all over my arms (once my cheek when I had fallen asleep in class). I met her at camp during the last summer. She was a mutual friend of one of my closest friends at camp. This was no small camp, it was huge, bigger then my High School even.
Anyway, we met some how, and from that moment that we had first exchanged words: I was in love. She was all over me, all the time. There was once in my Comedy Improv class that I had fallen asleep, belly down on the floor. In my deep slumber and well needed slumber (for I had just walked a couple of miles) I could feel her on my back, her head resting on my spine. I was so happy that I pretended to sleep so she wouldn't move.
Perhaps, my fondest memory of her was after a fight I had with Cailtin. It was early in the morning (I always got up last but finished dressing first) and I was resting on an outdoor bench. I was looking at the floor, thinking of all the horrible words Caitlin had spat at me during the fight the night before. I could hear people's footsteps and I ignored it, I wasn't in the mood for conversation. From underneath my chin, Jasmine's tiny fingers lifted my head up to look at her. She smiled at me, her lips curved like a cat's, and told me "don't look down, look up".
For day's I dreamed of that moment and sometimes I still do.
I had six dates to the last dance. Count 'em, I was such a pimp.
Being a pretty sore dancer, I danced to maybe one song with all the girls I had brought and then went outside with them. I did a whole comedy routine for a couple of minutes, they all laughed and took pictures with me. They all kissed my cheek in the pictures, it was pretty cool.
Jasmine was not one of those dates. I had been too afraid to ask her.
But towards 10 p.m. I found myself sitting besides Jasmine near the old church about 3 minutes from the the Great Hall (yes, the Great Hall in Harry Potter was constructed based on it) where the dance was taking place. We talked for about twenty minutes, we were awfully close to each other. She told me about her education in China (did I tell you she was a exchange student?) and how she didn't want to be what her dad was forcing her to be. Apparently, not taking up the family business is a bit of a taboo where she is from.
"Do you have any roommates?" She had asked me, my arm around her neck.
"Yes, I have four." Well, in reality I had eight. Four to a room, eight to a floor. Four of my roommates didn't know English or how to take care of themselves. Or our one stall bathroom.
"Oh, I wanted to spend the night with you."
How does one interpret that? For me it was more of a Quagmire moment "Giggidy giggidy!". It turns out that she had just wanted to talk to me, or at least that what she stated it an email I received from her but a month ago. I was secretly hoping she had meant to say "cuddle with you".
Since camp, I've been skyping with her almost every Saturday or Friday morning. I actually spoke to her this morning. She wants me to live with her in China over the summer. I told her I'd try (I've been telling her this since she asked in September).
For Christmas, I bought her (I had won it at the Chili Cook-Off) a great big teddy bear I plan to send to China.
Now you know, Blogger. Although this "friends with benefits" thing has been fun, I will never truly lover you like how I love her. Anyways.... next time we do this, make sure you are prepared for me to take off my pants. Kidding! No, not really.
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