Forced Smitten or Smitten Kitten

Well. I had my first Oxford non-date yesterday. Non- because it was spontaneous and not really date-like... although it was datish enough to end in drinks, pool and a walk home... to his home... because his was en route to mine. Anyways.

Fun Train was right when she said that this was a romantic city. You can't help but feel romantic when you are walking arm in arm with someone (how very English? Even if he had done it to slow down my marching speed) through these streets? Damn straight. And I don't have a lot of time to describe the evening, so suffice to say it was good. Not great, not great yet rather, and good enough that he gets a second night. I said to Nil that maybe he was too English. And I don't quite know what that means, but it was very true. What does that mean? No idea. Too odd, too arrogant, too... English. We'll see what happens. I think its borderline between infuriating and annoying at the moment, and it will just pan out as it pans out.

Which brings me to the real point (isn't' there always a real point?) of whether I even want to date him. Yes, I want to date someone, not adverse to that, despite the time thing, although I think everyone is mutually busy. But its more of a 'to what extent am I fabricating this' question. Do we always fabricate it to a certain extent? I wander back through previous lives and wonder 'did I fabricate those?' And if I did, is that really wrong? Do we always fabricate to a certain extent, especially at the beginning, to convince ourselves to stick around long enough to find someone worthwhile? I know that this is less forced than other instances I have experienced. Too much thinking. I don't have time to write all of it out, but know its where my headspace is right now. Must get ready for class, another full day.

Another hockey disaster is planned for tonight, and I'm so looking forward to it.