I have no idea what to call this post...
I don't really know how to begin it, either. I just feel like I need to get all of these thoughts rambling around in my head out or down on paper, because I feel like that might make me not think about them so much.
I suppose I'll just start off with a warning, and let you know, dear reader, that I've been feeling like a bundle of nerves for the past week (Inside my head, of course).
I will tell you why. Last Friday, I had a great time at the first real SBU home game. I actually cheered like crazy, which is something that I haven't really done all that much in the past years. But these details seem insignificant in light of the events that came to pass later that night. Interestingly enough, now that I look back on it, some ironic almost-foreshadowing took place during the game, which came in the form of Alex waving across the gym to this guy that she had known from the BV, who had graduated a few years ago. Of course, this doesn't really seem like foreshadowing unless you're me, and you're a dork. But anyway, I digress. Later that evening, after some partaking in college revelries at our townhouse, we decided to continue the fun out at the OP. On this night, of all nights, I apparently felt comfortable enough in my intoxicated state, to actually TALK to a guy I thought was cute, and to DANCE with him, and to MAKE OUT with him in the middle of the bar, oh so classily. (Although the story behind the kissing was definitely cute, and pretty much adorable.) He offered me his number, but, like an idiot, I had left my phone at home. He then asked me for mine, but, again, like a drunk idiot I got distracted and never gave it to him. After the bar had closed, we ended up standing outside of Chris' apartment on the sidewalk talking. This is how I discovered that this guy is pretty cool. He went to Oxford, so we talked about that mostly. He was surprised that my group hadn't made it to the Lake District, because it had been one of his favorite places that he visited when he was there. A little while later, we went up to Chris' apartment with Jeff, because it was cold, and it was also where he was staying. The night ended with Jeff driving me home at around 4 in the morning, which was a very awkward experience, let me tell you.
The next day, the guy had posted a link to one of his pictures from the Lake District. This led to various wall posts between us randomly throughout the week. I think Alex somehow knew that he wanted to try to make it to all of the home basketball games, so she texted him and asked him if he was coming for the game this past Friday. He was indeed, and she then invited him to come over to our TH afterward.
So Friday came, and we were all heading to the Rathskeller, and Alex asked me if I had talked to him at all, or texted him about his being in Bonas. I hadn't, so she threatened me into doing it by telling me that she would text him if I didn't, and would tell him that I wanted him. Besides the fact that I wanted to text him anyway, plus the idea of Alex texting him that, I did it. We went to the game, where I saw him from across the gym, but didn't talk to him. He texted me back later, saying that he was going to go out with his friends, but that he'd see me later at the OP. We returned to the TH, and had fun times. Then we went to the OP, where I was kind of nervous to go up to him, but with the help of a push toward him from one of my roomies, I ended up talking to him again. He bought me a drink, which was ADORABLE, and by the time the bar closed, I had lost track of my roomies. He drove me home, then came in to our TH, and hung out for a while, which was really awesome. He even read some of the REALLY RETARDED wall quotes, and hopefully didn't find them too weird. :( We kissed again as he was leaving, and told me that he'd still be here on Saturday night, so I'd most likely see him again.
Unfortunately, he got called into work last night, which was a bummer.
The thing is, I really like him now. Everyone has been telling me that he likes me too, but I don't feel like I should get my hopes up all the way until I know for sure. I know it seems cynical, but it feels like I would be expecting more than I should if I did. But you see, dear reader, the thing is, I WANT this to turn into something. My brain is thinking logically and setting myself up for nothing to happen, but only because there still is that hope that something might. I really don't want it to just be a situation in which we get drunk, meet up at the bar, and end up kissing randomly. And although I *do* like the kissing, I don't know if it's safe just yet for me to want anything more.
I just wish there was some way to know for sure if he likes me. I want him to want to hang out with me when I'm not completely drunk, so I can get to know him, because, let's face it, facebook can only tell you so much about a person, and facebook stalking makes me feel like a creep. But from what I do know about him, he seems like the kind of person I'd want to know, not just someone I want to make out with while I'm drunk. He likes good music, good movies, good tv shows. He loved England, and he wants to go back. He's a journalist, which, thanks to the fact that ALL of my roomies are jmc majors, and their jmc-love has rubbed off on me, is also something I find pretty attractive. He's really nice, and he's really cute. I feel like I want to text him or talk to him online more often, but I don't want to be annoying in case he's not interested at all. And if he isn't, then I need to be making some major apologizing for acting like a drunk idiot.
And so now it's past 4 in the morning, and I'm still awake thinking about all of this. I just really want to hope for something...
I suppose I'll just start off with a warning, and let you know, dear reader, that I've been feeling like a bundle of nerves for the past week (Inside my head, of course).
I will tell you why. Last Friday, I had a great time at the first real SBU home game. I actually cheered like crazy, which is something that I haven't really done all that much in the past years. But these details seem insignificant in light of the events that came to pass later that night. Interestingly enough, now that I look back on it, some ironic almost-foreshadowing took place during the game, which came in the form of Alex waving across the gym to this guy that she had known from the BV, who had graduated a few years ago. Of course, this doesn't really seem like foreshadowing unless you're me, and you're a dork. But anyway, I digress. Later that evening, after some partaking in college revelries at our townhouse, we decided to continue the fun out at the OP. On this night, of all nights, I apparently felt comfortable enough in my intoxicated state, to actually TALK to a guy I thought was cute, and to DANCE with him, and to MAKE OUT with him in the middle of the bar, oh so classily. (Although the story behind the kissing was definitely cute, and pretty much adorable.) He offered me his number, but, like an idiot, I had left my phone at home. He then asked me for mine, but, again, like a drunk idiot I got distracted and never gave it to him. After the bar had closed, we ended up standing outside of Chris' apartment on the sidewalk talking. This is how I discovered that this guy is pretty cool. He went to Oxford, so we talked about that mostly. He was surprised that my group hadn't made it to the Lake District, because it had been one of his favorite places that he visited when he was there. A little while later, we went up to Chris' apartment with Jeff, because it was cold, and it was also where he was staying. The night ended with Jeff driving me home at around 4 in the morning, which was a very awkward experience, let me tell you.
The next day, the guy had posted a link to one of his pictures from the Lake District. This led to various wall posts between us randomly throughout the week. I think Alex somehow knew that he wanted to try to make it to all of the home basketball games, so she texted him and asked him if he was coming for the game this past Friday. He was indeed, and she then invited him to come over to our TH afterward.
So Friday came, and we were all heading to the Rathskeller, and Alex asked me if I had talked to him at all, or texted him about his being in Bonas. I hadn't, so she threatened me into doing it by telling me that she would text him if I didn't, and would tell him that I wanted him. Besides the fact that I wanted to text him anyway, plus the idea of Alex texting him that, I did it. We went to the game, where I saw him from across the gym, but didn't talk to him. He texted me back later, saying that he was going to go out with his friends, but that he'd see me later at the OP. We returned to the TH, and had fun times. Then we went to the OP, where I was kind of nervous to go up to him, but with the help of a push toward him from one of my roomies, I ended up talking to him again. He bought me a drink, which was ADORABLE, and by the time the bar closed, I had lost track of my roomies. He drove me home, then came in to our TH, and hung out for a while, which was really awesome. He even read some of the REALLY RETARDED wall quotes, and hopefully didn't find them too weird. :( We kissed again as he was leaving, and told me that he'd still be here on Saturday night, so I'd most likely see him again.
Unfortunately, he got called into work last night, which was a bummer.
The thing is, I really like him now. Everyone has been telling me that he likes me too, but I don't feel like I should get my hopes up all the way until I know for sure. I know it seems cynical, but it feels like I would be expecting more than I should if I did. But you see, dear reader, the thing is, I WANT this to turn into something. My brain is thinking logically and setting myself up for nothing to happen, but only because there still is that hope that something might. I really don't want it to just be a situation in which we get drunk, meet up at the bar, and end up kissing randomly. And although I *do* like the kissing, I don't know if it's safe just yet for me to want anything more.
I just wish there was some way to know for sure if he likes me. I want him to want to hang out with me when I'm not completely drunk, so I can get to know him, because, let's face it, facebook can only tell you so much about a person, and facebook stalking makes me feel like a creep. But from what I do know about him, he seems like the kind of person I'd want to know, not just someone I want to make out with while I'm drunk. He likes good music, good movies, good tv shows. He loved England, and he wants to go back. He's a journalist, which, thanks to the fact that ALL of my roomies are jmc majors, and their jmc-love has rubbed off on me, is also something I find pretty attractive. He's really nice, and he's really cute. I feel like I want to text him or talk to him online more often, but I don't want to be annoying in case he's not interested at all. And if he isn't, then I need to be making some major apologizing for acting like a drunk idiot.
And so now it's past 4 in the morning, and I'm still awake thinking about all of this. I just really want to hope for something...