How lovely and rare, I know. He's a med student, skinny, cute, intelligent, pleasingly aggressive for someone who spends a lot of time in Williamsburg. Things appear to be working as they normally should: I meet boy. I kind of like boy. I kiss boy.
Then I pull out chapstick, and this conversation happens:
Boy: Is that chapstick?
Me: What?
Boy: Did you, uh, just moisturize your lips?
Me: Uh...yes?
Boy: ... Can I have some?
Me: .... yes?
Boy takes chapstick from me and SNIFFS it.
Boy: What flavor is it?
Me: ....... pomegranate, I think?
Boy: Really? It seems like something else.
Me: .... oh.
Boy (holding chapstick up to light): Yeah, see, it's strawberry.
Me: ..... oh.
As if this wasn't about the strangest thing that could possibly happen, the boy then nonchalantly continues making out with me.
About 5 minutes later, he asks me to come home with him. When I say no, he apologizes for being so "alpha male."
Which is weirder: that this occurred in my life at all, that this boy can have that conversation and still worry that he's alpha male, that he might actually still BE an alpha male despite this, or that I would still be willing to see this person again?
