I thought I was done with the whole 'love' thing.
I'm asexual, let's get that bit out in the open. I am sexually attracted to neither males nor females. Emotional attraction's another thing entirely, but...
I didn't think I'd go through actually 'liking' someone again. Especially not this year, while I'm on foreign exchange and getting to the very end of my year. Not now.
Thought I was done with and over it.
Then our weekend stay in the mountains came along.
Friday was the same as it could ever be, I talked mostly with my Italian, Australian, and American buddies, and met a bunch of new Thai people (they talk to us now! Norwegian has become our lingua franca).
Saturday's when things started to get a little... wacky. Everyone went out cross country skiing, and I'll note that I'm a pretty poor skier. When the two people I had meant to ski with were even worse than me, though, I went on ahead. Turns out that even though my form is... horrendous, cross country running has gifted me with endurance, and lots of it. So we got to our turn-around point, skied up a rather large hill, and as people trickled in, we all sat down to eat lunch. Things were still normal then, for me.
Then the two real skiers in our group started teaching us how to go downhill, and as we were having great fun doing that, it eventually turned into a slalom course and then a little ski jump. I don't want to hear from you real skiers about jumping on cross skis, we all knew it was a pretty dumb idea, but it was a really little jump and we were all prepared to fall. It wasn't really until that point, when one of the leaders of our group was building the jump, that John (note: pseudonym) and I actually started talking.
We agreed that if he was stupid enough to go off it, I could do the same (we were the two worst downhill skiers there). So we did. And then we started laughing at each other's horrid landings, since neither had any clue what we were doing. We and a few other people raced back to the lodge about an hour later, and then had a 'drying room party'. It was cold outside, the drying room was really warm, and I was trapped there anyhow because the laces on my ski boots were frozen to where I couldn't untie them.
It took a while for those to thaw, and so a bunch of us started talking, John included (he'd gotten snow and ice in the zipper of his jacket somehow, and it was frozen as well).
We proceeded to spend the next few hours (that includes dinner) talking about Norway and our home countries and what the first things we'd do when we got back were.
Sunday nobody skied, but we just played in the snow like little kids. Hey, who says high schoolers can't slide down a hill wearing a trash bag? Me, two other American girls, John, and a Chinese boy attempted to build a snoman, though with such powdery snow it was a complete failure. It ended up turning into "tackle Fel into the snow because she has no balance".
That was when I started to suspect something was up.
I sat with one of the other Americans for the three-hour bus ride to Hamar, but on the bus from Hamar to Oslo (it was supposed to be a train, but they were doing something on the tracks, I guess), John and I sat together and basically listened to music and then talked some more.
I'm an oblivious person. I really, really am. I don't pick up on signals from other people, at least not often, and I tend to need to have them pointed out to me. It wasn't until another girl asked me "What's up with you and John?" after he'd caught his train home that I realized I felt the same way about him that I had about the one guy I've ever dated (things went wrong there when I told him flat-out that I was not interested in sex and never would be after he kept pressuring me).
Ordinarily I'd be my usual tactless self and just flat-out tell him how I feel. This time it's not quite that simple. Because we're both going home soon, him to New Zealand and I to Texas (though I'll be up at Washington State University for college next year).
That's a lot of distance. A lot.
And now I'm not quite sure what to do about it.
TL;DR: I like a guy who's currently in the same country as me (we're both exchange students), but we're both going home soon. I'm from Texas, he's from New Zealand.
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