Atlas (true_name) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-04-23 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, john murphy, nathaniel (john mandrake) |
WHO: John and John Nathaniel
WHAT: Mexican food
WHERE: El Farolito
WHEN: Dated Friday, lunch time
RATING: TBD, but likely low
Oh, it wasn't as if Nathaniel had never been flirted with before, but the troubled lied in identifying if he was being flirted with. Girls thought he was 'cute' at best, but enjoyed putting their fingers in his hair, but then say he was sweet and a good friend. Men were different, more forward about it. As he grew into a young man, there were a few encounters with the same sex and a few less with the opposite, mostly due to Nathaniel's own fault, he would wager.
No one could really blame him. Things like dating and sex were always slightly elusive for him as a young scientist. Certainly, it happened, but eventually, if he did like someone, they would grow impatient with his obsessions or think he was mad and it would end not with a bang but a shockingly boring puff. Yes, a puff. Like a puff of air, as Nathaniel liked to think of it.
This current situation had taken some more critical thinking. Nathaniel, who was terrible at anything social, and even worse when it came to flirting, had to open about thirty tabs to find out from queer forums if he was, indeed, being flirted with. The answer? Inconclusive. That was alright. He liked the theatre and he wanted to learn some ASL and there was Mexican food involved, something he so rarely indulged in. And so Nathaniel didn't prepare for a date. He chose the first white button down linen shirt he pulled from his wardrobe and tucked it into a plain pair of charcoal trousers. Being someone who was famously concerned with his appearance, everything was ironed and expensive, his shoes a high shine of black, his watch a Concord Swiss. It felt like a crime to pin a tiny pin with the Ghostbusters symbol on it, but he'd stupidly promised that he'd be wearing it. After putting on his glasses and combing his fingers through his hair, Nathaniel left his small apartment with a bag slung over his bony shoulder and went to the restaurant, arriving directly on time.