Thread Starter here. I've read this entire thread over and over again, and >>26 pretty much sums it up. I have to stop playing the coy waif and tell him how I feel. I initiated talking to him in the first place and, over the course of the last year, that lead to the friendship we have now. There's been more development as far as touching goes between us in just the last couple weeks, and I'm taking it as a good sign.
We went miniature golfing together last Sunday. It started out kind of stiff: hit a ball, wait. Hit a ball, wait. Pretty quick, though, we were making fun of our own shots and joking back and forth non-stop. He was actually pretty decent at playing, but I really sucked at it. He kept gave me verbal advice and cheered when I made a good shot. He also kept giving me scores I didn't deserve on our score card. I'd take 9 shots to make the hole and he'd write down 6. I think he was trying to make me feel better. When we'd be at a hole with a water hazard, he'd volunteer to stand at the edge of it and block my ball from going in.
As we progressed, I was still sucking pretty bad, and somewhere around the 13th hole, he said, "Try to position yourself at an angle and line your putter up straight on. Here." And suddenly he was next to me and repositioning me with his hands. I did the weird wobbly feeling blank-out thing I did when he squeezed my hand before and I can't remember where exactly he placed his hands. I think it was my shoulders. Then, standing beside me, he put his hands over mine and lined my club up with the ball. It was quick and I don't have much of a memory of it, but he did it voluntarily and he didn't ask if it was ok with me before he did it. And after lining me up, I made the hole! For the rest of the course I was noticeably better, even beating him on a couple holes. Conversation continued to flow smoothly and the rest of the day was normal.
We work at the same place but work different shifts and rarely have any interaction at work beyond a quick wave of acknowledgment before he leaves and I start. He had Monday off, and when we saw each other Tuesday for the first time since golfing, he walked over, put his hand on my right shoulder, leaned in and told me one of the cats at the shelter we volunteer at got adopted. And just like that he said "bye" and was gone. It was just a light placement of his hand on my shoulder as he relayed information, but it's not something he has done with me more than a couple times.
I'm about to turn 22 and have never dated before, and this is all so confusing. We spend every free weekend together, talk on the phone briefly multiple weeknights a week, and email each other when we can't see or call one another and we've both shared things with one another that we've admitted we wouldn't tell just anybody, but those aren't certain signs of dating. They're also common in friendships. We have dinner together on weekends and walk around town for hours at a time just talking and we've gone to movies together and I've been over to his house to watch a few movies and play board games (he lives alone).
A few times when the temperature has dropped while we've been walking he has loaned me a shirt or sweatshirt to wear and has invited me to keep them over night. The first time he loaned me a jacket, I went wobbly and light headed and thought I was going to pass out when I put it on. It was so strange; it made me feel so warm and good inside. I was dizzy with joy. I only kept a sweatshirt overnight once, and when I went to sleep that night, I pulled it over my pajamas and slept wearing it. It smelled like him and it made me feel happy. Wearing his clothing makes me feel happy.
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