wall directly across from the front door. A giant gray sectional couch sat against a black wall that housed three framed original Star Wars posters; I had to fight back the urge to call him a nerd.
In front of the couch there stood a deep brown mahogany coffee table with some newspapers, cans of soda, and remote controllers strewn about. He quickly tried to tidy up and I pretended that I didn’t see it as I admired the giant fifty-five inch flat screen LCD television hanging on the exposed brick wall adjacent to the sofa. On either side of the TV were two tall solid black wooden bookshelves full of textbooks, novels, poetry, and comics. A few of the shelves housed Marvel characters on display in all their action figure glory; I couldn’t hide my smile, and he caught it.
“Something amusing you?” He asked.
“I just like your dolls, they’re very cute.”
“Hey, don’t mess with a man’s action figures unless you want to be banished to the couch tonight.”
I began to blush as I thought about the sleeping arrangements for the fast approaching evening. He could tell I was embarrassed as I turned away to scope out the rest of the giant living area, he stepped out of view for a minute with the trash from his coffee table in hand.
In the last corner of the room there was a large gray desk that had one black computer monitor on top and two more mounted around it on the wall above. A large desktop computer was also sharing the desk along with a stack of textbooks, a laptop, and some very large speakers. He clearly was into technology, which explained his expertise on the day we met. Next to the desk sat a white electric guitar and a medium sized black amplifier.
“You play?” I pointed to the guitar and asked as he walked back into the room.
“Uhhh… yeah, but I’m atrocious. I don’t practice enough since I don’t have loads of time.” He awkwardly scratched the space behind his right ear.
“Hmm…” I was kind of at a loss for words. Now that the intense passion we shared while riding the Ferris wheel was gone, and the pressure of me being in his home was on, it was tough to find words to fill the gaping space between us.
“Come on,” he held out his hand. “I’ll show you the rest of the flat.” I took his hand graciously and he walked me through the rest of his place. Down the spacious gray hallway there were a few pieces of modern art on the walls and some pictures of smiling people; family and friends I assumed.
“Here’s the kitchen, your typical kitchen… no need to go in there.” He said as we walked past the oversized kitchen on the left. I could see all the major appliances lined up against a red wall and a breakfast bar protruding on the other end.
Next to the kitchen and also on the left was a small powder room equipped with a toilet, a sink, and a wall mirror.
“And last, my room.” We stopped in front of a large doorway leading into a boundless bedroom. The walls were all painted a very light gray and there wasn’t much hanging on them aside from a large black faced clock above the closet entrance and a very large tattered cloth like map of the world hanging above the king sized platform bed; a black nightstand on either side with two small matching rounded white table top lights. A tall black entertainment center stood across from the bed and held a thirty-two inch flat screen TV and a small collection of movies next to a Blu-Ray player.
Two windows with matching dark blue curtains let the light from outside the building shine in. A sizable navy blue area rug covered most of the floor, and there really wasn’t much else to the large room. It didn’t feel as cozy as the rest of the apartment, it felt cold and sterile. There was a master bathroom attached on the right side of the room, and even it felt more comforting than his bedroom.
There stood a white porcelain toilet, a large gray granite sink on a counter top, a wide rectangular shaped mirror, a stand up glass
In front of the couch there stood a deep brown mahogany coffee table with some newspapers, cans of soda, and remote controllers strewn about. He quickly tried to tidy up and I pretended that I didn’t see it as I admired the giant fifty-five inch flat screen LCD television hanging on the exposed brick wall adjacent to the sofa. On either side of the TV were two tall solid black wooden bookshelves full of textbooks, novels, poetry, and comics. A few of the shelves housed Marvel characters on display in all their action figure glory; I couldn’t hide my smile, and he caught it.
“Something amusing you?” He asked.
“I just like your dolls, they’re very cute.”
“Hey, don’t mess with a man’s action figures unless you want to be banished to the couch tonight.”
I began to blush as I thought about the sleeping arrangements for the fast approaching evening. He could tell I was embarrassed as I turned away to scope out the rest of the giant living area, he stepped out of view for a minute with the trash from his coffee table in hand.
In the last corner of the room there was a large gray desk that had one black computer monitor on top and two more mounted around it on the wall above. A large desktop computer was also sharing the desk along with a stack of textbooks, a laptop, and some very large speakers. He clearly was into technology, which explained his expertise on the day we met. Next to the desk sat a white electric guitar and a medium sized black amplifier.
“You play?” I pointed to the guitar and asked as he walked back into the room.
“Uhhh… yeah, but I’m atrocious. I don’t practice enough since I don’t have loads of time.” He awkwardly scratched the space behind his right ear.
“Hmm…” I was kind of at a loss for words. Now that the intense passion we shared while riding the Ferris wheel was gone, and the pressure of me being in his home was on, it was tough to find words to fill the gaping space between us.
“Come on,” he held out his hand. “I’ll show you the rest of the flat.” I took his hand graciously and he walked me through the rest of his place. Down the spacious gray hallway there were a few pieces of modern art on the walls and some pictures of smiling people; family and friends I assumed.
“Here’s the kitchen, your typical kitchen… no need to go in there.” He said as we walked past the oversized kitchen on the left. I could see all the major appliances lined up against a red wall and a breakfast bar protruding on the other end.
Next to the kitchen and also on the left was a small powder room equipped with a toilet, a sink, and a wall mirror.
“And last, my room.” We stopped in front of a large doorway leading into a boundless bedroom. The walls were all painted a very light gray and there wasn’t much hanging on them aside from a large black faced clock above the closet entrance and a very large tattered cloth like map of the world hanging above the king sized platform bed; a black nightstand on either side with two small matching rounded white table top lights. A tall black entertainment center stood across from the bed and held a thirty-two inch flat screen TV and a small collection of movies next to a Blu-Ray player.
Two windows with matching dark blue curtains let the light from outside the building shine in. A sizable navy blue area rug covered most of the floor, and there really wasn’t much else to the large room. It didn’t feel as cozy as the rest of the apartment, it felt cold and sterile. There was a master bathroom attached on the right side of the room, and even it felt more comforting than his bedroom.
There stood a white porcelain toilet, a large gray granite sink on a counter top, a wide rectangular shaped mirror, a stand up glass
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