Columbus Girl

O.k., O.k., so I know I told you that I would write about my trip to Columbus "early in the week," but due to physical ailments beyond my control, it was put on the back burner (the one on the right side of the stove is always larger than the left for some reason). Allow me to share with you my adventure (in my mind all trips are adventures, even if it involves going to the gas station. I once saw a Chuck Norris movie similar to that).
It begins two weeks ago: I received a friend request from someone who's name I recognized but could not immediately place, so, in my ever cautious nature, I asked how we knew each other (always valid). She replied that she really only remembered my name, and that perhaps we didn't know each other. I accepted the request against my natural tendencies, though the pain was minimal.
Immediately we began to message each other over the social network, and I was more than pleasantly surprised with the witty banter (I did flirt some). She invited (challenged) me to come to Columbus and receive a haircut. I accepted as though it were a challenge... or maybe, I threatened to go and then was shown disbelief, and thus become more determined. Either way, I quickly made an appointment and set out my plans (I don't really plan much, more a guideline of how time should progress).
I arrived earlier than my appointment, which also was early for socializing after her shift, so when I was done and she had done a magnificent job (I received several compliments at work), I waited and gazed and pondered over obscure things- my mind would focus and lose as it normally does.
We had dinner, and then watched a movie. She was kind enough to offer me a place to stay in spite of knowing me for less than a prescribed period of time. Let me explain that there was something between us, and I couldn't place it. It was hesitant and forceful, like a timid child standing at the edge of a high dive. Even now it remains, but has been alleviated some by gentle conversation- both, I think, display an eager reluctance.
When we awoke the next day, she headed off to work and asked that I stay, but said she would understand if I had to go. I stayed, believing she wouldn't believe I would stay. I watched television (rotted my mind some), played video games with her roomate (rotted my mind some more), but thoroughly enjoyed the wait- they say anticipation heightens such things. When she returned we talked. Well, she asked questions and I answered, and then she asked me to ask questions- I had no inclination as to what questions were appropriate (I always maintain a level of social awkwardness). We rearranged the lounge and talked some more and then fell asleep.
The next day, monday, I had to leave (I frowned). But I did manage to take with me a feeling of expectations- too enormous to address.
Oh, what is she like? Well, spry, to say the least, and beautiful, with dark curly hair that spreads out as she plays with it. She sings well- complimented by her wonderful display of musical taste. She is positively endearing and hopefully optimistic, with a light riptide of pain that slows her down, perhaps just enough to seem attainable. Maybe the most intriguing (disturbing?) trait was her uncanny ability to know before I spoke and pry the lid off my jar (though it is like jam inside, or molasses, pouring slowly).
The town was beautiful- perhaps a reflection of her, but that is all I have to say about that, for now.