Ok, so I had a drink (or 3) on Friday night with a boy, er guy, er person of the opposite sex. How I met this guy is actually kinda weird karma crazy, but that's not what I want to talk about today. I like this guy, I mean he is way cool. So cool that I actually started to pick up words that I swore SWORE I would NEVER utter, such as "wicked". Yea I said it 3 times that night, and you know what they say something about emulation being the biggest form of flattery, I apparently was all about it.
This is what I've come to realize though about dating...the worst part is never the pre-game, nor the actual date itself. It's this whole ether after that you enter into waiting. You're waiting to know does this person really like you, will they continue to like you, were they just faking that whole 6 hours they chose to hang out with you. Were they just humoring you when you turned up to kiss them. Yea what the fuck man, I mean really I feel like I'm 15 all over again continuely for DAYS!
It's obvious that I like him as I am now obsessing about this like a silly girl. Analyzing every moment that happened between us, looking for any sign of disinterest so I can run run run away and say see I told you so. :-p