Lent, Day 5.

9:45: Wake up and shower - it's a beautiful day, both roommates are at work and there's a tennis match at noon.

12:36: Wander over to the tennis matches in a hoodie, sweatshirt and Uggs. What is wrong with me?
2:30: I've endured just about as much of this as I could, so I go home and change into a t-shirt and shorts.

2:45: Harry comes off the courts and sits with me. He's basically albino, therefore burning alive. I'm catching some nice color. He makes me laugh and introduces me to some of his friends.

3:15: Ally arrives and brings me a Jolly Rancher pop. BOMB. By this point I have a definite t-shirt/shorts tan. I supposed awkward color is better than no color at all. Harry comes off the courts again and makes Ally and I laugh. She has a very supreme taste in humor, so it makes me happy that she thinks he's funny.

4:00: Ally announces that for the first time in a while, she has enough cash to do a little shopping, so we leave early and go to the outlets.

5:55: I buy a pair of the ever-popular Nike running shorts. Do I run? Not really. Do I need $23.00 shorts? Not really. Will I wear them? Sure. Worth it.

7:00: The outlets close at 6:00 on Sundays, so Ally and I head home. She Facebooks for a bit while I tidy up the house and set the table for family dinner. Every Sunday evening, one of the 8 of us (Myself, Ally, Paige, Jessica, Jim, Max, Christopher, or Jerry) cooks dinner for the rest of us. My turn was last week, when I made veggie bars, three cheese lasagne and chocolate chip cheesecake. This week it's Jim's turn.

7:15: Harry texts me, says I missed the best part of the match (apparently Tim pulled one out of nowhere) and we plan to hang out around 9:00 to play a little Left4Dead2 at his place.

7:30: Dinner was supposed to be at seven, but whatever. Food is food. He arrives with Chicken Pot Pie, which for some reason smells like weed. Not necessarily a bad thing, but he probably just burned the crust.

7:35: Jim decides it'd be easiest for everyone to bring their plates into the kitchen so he can just serve us our portion. I'm third in line, and realize behind Ally that he is going to be serving me food. Minor, but major in a way - we have to interact. He asks how much I'd like, I said a small piece is fine, and he attempts to cut me a piece, which ends up just being the top crust. He laughs and scoops up some of the insides and puts it on my plate, I say thanks, he says sure thing, and we move on. Most interaction we've had since we broke up. Sad.

8:00: We're all finished eating and we begin to play with the nametags and remains of our food as we all talk. Jim and I don't converse. We converse in circles - to everyone else but each other. I would rather not have it this way, but it's not up to me. I'm the one that broke up with him, so however he chooses to cope is entirely his decision.

8:35: We're all still talking. We usually eat at 7, talk until 8, and go on our ways, so I begin to get nervous. Jim was enraged when he found out I had kissed Harry two days after we broke up, so I'd rather not announce to everyone that I must go because I plan to hang out with Harry.

8:45: I start contemplating how long it will take me to get to Harry's on my bike.

8:50: I decide it's about time to leave. I have no idea why everyone is still here, but of course this would be the one night no one has anything to do after dinner.

8:52: I grab my purse, the game, and head back to the kitchen. I say my goodbyes and a couple people ask me where I'm going. I reply with "Outtt," and change the subject. Ally stops me and asks me again where I'm going. Again I reply with "Out." At this point, half the people know where I'm headed, but I cannot bring myself to announce that I'm going to Harry's in front of Jim. I've hurt him too much already.

8:59: I arrive at Harry's and head upstairs to his apartment. Dave, Gino and Yogi are also present. They're all funny guys. We start massacring zombies.

9:50: Gino is amazed that he's watching a girl play video games, and Harry is laughing that I'm teaching him tips and tricks, such as what certain zombies are called and which buttons do what. I notice he owns Guitar Hero 5, so I immediately challenge him to a duel. He raises an eyebrow and says, "Do you even play on hard?" I scoff. Expert. He's in disbelief so we change out the game.

10:05: My turn, I fail the song immediately. I blame it on the calibration and he gives me a doubtful look. I reset the alignment of the notes and timing then try again. 91%. Told ya.

10:15: Turns out Jen is having people over and Dave has mass amounts of homework to do at the library, so that conveniently leaves Harry and I alone. He is very upset that I've never seen an episode of House, so I suggest we watch it.

10:25: Harry pulls me into him on the couch and lets me lay against him. It's been a while since I could relax with someone, so this is nice. I decide I really like his English accent. A lot.

12:15: After a couple (pretty good, I must admit) episodes of House, I decide it's time for me to leave so I can get some sleep before accounting class in the morning. I get up to walk away and he tells me to wait, to come back. I walk back over and sit next to him and he says "No, no, stand back up." I look at him strangely and at the same time he said "Trust me." I say "I don't trust you." We laugh and I stand up anyway. He pulls me close to him and says, "Damn, I thought I'd be able to kiss you sitting down if you were standing. I guess you're not as short as I thought." I'm 4'11" and he's 6'4". Kind of funny looking if you were a random onlooker I suppose. I lean down and kiss him anyway, but just a peck. I just got out of a really serious relationship and although I like Harry, I need to take things really slowly, for both of our sakes.

12:30: Day 5 - success.