And one time at cheer camp...

So, you look hung over, long night? 

No, I was up at 6 this morning.

Why would you do that?

I had to go to cheer camp.

Does this have anything to do with Riff?

Yes.

This was how the conversation went yesterday at work.  Yes, the elusive man had asked me to come watch his cheer squad at cheer camp.  What was I thinking?  It was however a lot of fun and just proves more that he does actually like me, or (little voice in the back of my head says) just needs attention.  So, I am at SMU watching a bunch of cheerleaders going insane trying to learn all of these moves, his girls and guys not doing so well, and me just hanging around.  I am not a morning person, but thought, he wants me to be there so I will be there as bright and shining as I can be.  Well, turns out he was real drunk the night before and he is also not a morning  person.  I walk into a huge coliseum and see millions of cheerleaders doing warmup aerobics.  Must say, I was a little turned on, he he (I know it's sad).  I spotted him pretty quickly, because even in a room full of cheerleaders he is always the tallest one.  He is trying to do the warm up, and I have to laugh at his dorkiness.  Granted I love dorks, so there you go.  I go over near him and I notice he is wearing his glasses.  Mmmmm cute.   And he brings me out onto the floor and starts to introduce me around.  I start to get the feeling like I am the coach's girlfriend.  His squad even asks.  I run into my old alma mater's squad and talk with the instructor.  I don't ever become completely comfortable (hey it was morning, I still was not up, and I was at cheer camp with the boy I like), but I get to have some good  conversations with him.  He wanted to know if I was going to be auditioning for the next show, and he really wanted me to call him to tell him how work went and what I thought.  It was a pretty fun day, although very weird for me.  I met a girl cheering at my old school's squad that was in junior high when I was at that college.  I met old friends coming out the woodwork.  Then on the drive home something hit me.  I had realized that I knew my way home, but I had made some minor mistakes and had to use some service roads.  Nothing new in Dallas, even if you live there it happens at times.  I had the distinct thought that maybe Riff and I where like that.  We are on the right track, we just keep getting off at the wrong stops.  Maybe one day we will find the right one. 

That's all I can write for now,

Lestat