Surrender

Saturday August 20 2013

7:10pm

"Your spaghetti sucks ass." I take another bite and close my eyes, savoring what is possibly the best pasta that's ever passed my lips.

"You love it and you know it," he says. He stands up from the table and grabs two napkins, then brings them back and hands me one. "Now wipe your chin, you've got sucky ass spaghetti sauce all over it." After the incident against the refrigerator, the night pretty much went back to normal. He gave me a glass of water and helped me stand up, then slapped me on the ass and put me to work. It was all I needed to let go of the awkwardness. A good slap on the ass.

"Have you ever played Dinner Quest?" I ask him. He slowly shakes his head.

"Do I want to?" I nod.

"It's a good way to get to know each other. After our next date, we'll be spending most of our time making out, so we need to get all the questions out of the way now." He laughs.

"Fair enough. How do you play?"

"I ask you a really personal, uncomfortable question and you aren't allowed to take a drink or eat a bite of food until you answer it honestly. And vice versa."

"Sounds easy enough," he says. "What if I don't answer the question?"

"You starve to death." He drums his fingers on the table, then lays his fork down.

"I'm in." I probably should have had questions prepared, but considering I just made this game up thirty seconds ago, that would have been sort of hard. I take a sip of what's left of my watered down soda and think. I'm a little nervous about delving too deep, it always seems to end badly with us.

"Okay, I have one." I set my cup down on the table and lean back in my chair. "Why did you follow me to my car at the grocery store?"

"Like I said, I thought you were someone else."

"I know, but who?" He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and clears his throat. He naturally reaches for his glass, but I intercept it.

"No drinks. Answer the question first." He sighs, but eventually relents.

"I wasn't sure who you reminded me of, you just reminded me of someone. I didn't realize until later that you reminded me of my sister." I crinkle my nose.

"I remind you of your sister?" I wince. "That's kind of gross, Harry." He laughs, then grimaces.

"No, not like that. Not like that at all, you don't even look anything like she did. There was just something about seeing you that made me think of her. And I don't even know why I followed you. It was all so surreal. The whole situation was a little bizarre, and then running into you in front of my house later..." He stops mid-sentence and looks down at his hand as he traces the rim of his plate with his fingers. "It was like it was meant to happen," he says quietly. I take a deep breath and absorb his answer, careful to tiptoe around that last sentence. He looks up at me with a nervous glance and I realize that he thinks his answer may have just scared me. I smile at him reassuringly and point to his drink.

"You can drink now," I say. "Your turn to ask me a question."

"Oh, this one's easy," he says. "I want to know whose toes I'm stepping on. I received a mysterious inbox message from someone today. All it said was, 'If you're dating my girl, get your own prepaid minutes and quit wasting mine, Jackass.'" I laugh.

"That would be Taylor. The bearer of my daily doses of positive affirmation." He nods.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He leans forward and narrows his eyes at me. "Because I'm pretty competitive, and if it came from a guy, my response would not have been as nice."