the wee hours of sunday were spent in the projection room at a local
movie theater. i was accused of not being in the habit of talking with
enough intelligent people; i accused DCB1 of being a virgin (just the
way he kept talking about not wanting this to "escalate." at one point
i told him, don't worry, i'll keep my pants on. to which he replied,
oh, you think i'm that easy? and then i said, no, in fact, i think
you're a virgin. well, i said that at some point. i think to the being
easy remark i said "i can be very manipulative." which is true.) and
only with me could anyone ever have a conversation about the heisenberg
uncertainty principle while making out. he kept asking me what i was
thinking, and when i said, your hands on my back, your unshaven face...
he accused me of not answering the question. (thought later of saying
"what would you like me to be thinking?" but i prefer to keep them
guessing.) then i told him that it's like the Heisenberg Uncertainty
Principle - if i try to find out what i'm thinking, i'm not thinking
about that anymore but am thinking about trying to find what i was
thinking about. like if you look for a photon (is it a photon? it's
something weird like that to which light imparts energy, maybe it's an
electron. will have to look that one up) the sheer act of looking for
it causes it to change place (b/c you need light to see something and
light is energy.) you can know the momentum or the location, but not
both at the same time.
that's what you get for making out with a girl who studied physics.
i got home at 4:30 that morning. poor DCB1 had to work at 8am. when i
pulled into the garage, i noticed that the other graphite-colored car
had not yet returned (ie, my brother had not yet returned from his
EX-GIRLFRIEND'S house.) he waltzed in at 11. i asked my mom later what
his excuse was. he said he had been drinking. YEAH RIGHT! i know him -
he will drive home drunk, he's done it before. besides that's the
excuse i always use whenever I have a sleepover with someone of the
opposite sex.
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jesus, i've used that exuse over and over and over and over again. It was to the point where i just told my parents i was staying over. I think my mom realizes i'm a sex crazed 20 something guy with tons of crazy stories. She'd rather not know. And I'd rather never tell her.
the Heisenberg Uncertainty
Principle???
that doesn't even sound romantic...
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