Raerae pt 1

So I feel like I need to give some semblance of a background to Raerae, since there is indeed a background:

She went to St. Greg's in 5th and 6th grade, though I honestly don't really remember anything other than that she was there. She left and went to St. Agnes, and then St. Mary's for high school. Even though I still hung out with a lot of my friends who went to St. Mary's, and I in fact made NEW St. Mary's friends at various social outings(I went to Bourgade), I never ran in to Raerae.

Then, I think senior year, but I may be wrong, I went to Mary Coyle's with Blaise to see our friend Vanessa O. She actually wasn't there, but we sat down to eat anyways. We were being waited on by some random girl when I noticed this tall drink of soy milk standing behind the counter in my peripheral vision. Upon further swiveling of my head, it occurred to me that I knew this bitch. I asked the waitress if that girl was indeed the Raerae of my childhood, which she confirmed. I remember turning to Blaise at this time and saying, "Dude, Raerae is a stone cold fox!"

So I of course spend many moons going to Mary Coyle's to flirt with her, usually in the form of crayon drawings on the backs of paper place mats and the such. She flirted every so often as well, and we exchanged AOL/AIM sns and maybe emillz. We kept in loose touch, but I think that by the time Julee rolled around I had kind of checked out.

Fast forward to about a month or two ago. She ims me out of nowhere and we start talking again. I hear about how she and her gooftroop boyfriend are having issues. I honestly don't do anything to encourage the demise of the relationship. Instead, I just advise her as I'd advise anyone. I just ALSO flirt with her in a way that gooftroop didn't. So whatevz. About a week and a half ago or something she essentially breaks up with gooftroop (I say essentially, because though SHE is done and out, she's not sure that he actually grasps that they've broken up yet), and since I am apparently super skeezy, I immediately say, "We should go out!" Now, to redeem myself a touch, she didn't even hesitate to say, "Yeah! Totally!" Also, we have NEVER hung out before, so it seemed appropriate.

We went out last night. I picked her up around 7:15 or something, and as always, I came bearing gifts: A box of Clif Bars. Four Oatmeal Raisin, Four Peanut Butter Crunch. She texted me like three days prior JUST to tell me how those two flavors of Clif Bar are the best snacks and how much she loves them. So I mean, it wasn't just a random ass gift or anything. Blah blah blah, we go to Cibo, which is as "Urban Pizzeria" in downtown Phoenix (NE Corner 5th ave and Fillmore). It was super good, and actually very quick, despite most of the personal reviews that I've heard that claim it to be extremely slow. She got basically a meat and potatoes pizza, though I can't remember what it was called. It had roasted potato and some sort of Italian sausage I think. I got the four cheese, which was mind blowing. It had gorgonzola. Uh, best cheese ever? No, not quite, but pretty damn close.

Then, we drove over to Lux for a nice apres cena apertif. She had a machiatto, traditional. Hardcore (her drink is just a shot of espresso and a dollop of foam). I had a double soy latte, which was very good indeed. We hung out until they closed, just talking and laughing and such. Then we get in the car, and we just drive. I took her to some of my favorites: the chess house, the penis house in biltmore, the ivy house in biltmore, my grandparents' house (though we stayed outside), and then fountain hills. First, we stopped at the church parking lot, because it has a cool view. Then we went to the lake and stood looking at the calm waters and talked. It was like 1am, and they stop the fountain at 9pm normally, but all of a sudden the fountain explodes. I lament that it isn't quite as high as I remember, though she is still impressed. THEN, it explodes to about twice the height and really blows our minds. It was rather beautiful and romantic, as it is bottom lit, and it was otherwise pitch black. We stood there talking while it ran its course (like 15 minutes of constant fountaining), and then enjoyed its ceasing. We leave then and take the 87 to the 202 and I take her home. It's almost 2am at this point, and I hug her goodnight.

She texts me as I'm driving home with, "Ok, i have to say thank you again, i really had a good time, next time remind me to wear actual shoes though...:)"

We texted a little before I fell asleep.