Had one of the best weekends I've had in a while. It naturally involved lots of drinking, as most good times in college do.
Lots of jungle juice plus a tiny apartment with 60 + people in = bad things yet good things. I now have a second degree burn on my hand from someone's cigarette, but I have no idea whose because I was too drunk to notice the burn until the next day. I made a lot of new friends, I just can't remember most of their names. One guy told me that he liked my sweater and that he was taking it home with him with me inside of it. So I laughed and tried to find Bear, as he was the object of my desire that evening.
Finally finally finally got to hang out with Bear. I had always thought that he was a very shy boy, and I found out that he is until the door is shut. I, being the naturally conservative girl that I am, only let it go so far, but damn what did happen was good. Saturday was spent cuddling on the couch talking and watching movies while trying to keep warm in the freezing Pittsburgh climate.
However he is a very private person, so as soon as other friends showed up, things got a bit weird. I don't know if its because he doesn't like PDA or what. We still had a lovely day together but then I decided to go home and bathe and change clothes. I went out drinking that night with other friends and he did the same. We texted each other during the festivities and he called me before he went to bed that night.
But for some reason, I cannot stop being over analytical and self concious. I can't just let things happen. I can't tell if that was just a drunk hook up or if it could be more. We have so much in common and he is so quiet, its sometimes hard to keep a conversation going. Also he lives in Pittsburgh and I don't, so we don't see each other very often. With a little effort, we could have a great relationship, but I don't even know if thats what he wants. And talking on aim just doesn't quite cut it for starting a relationship. But he is seriously the kind of guy I could take home to my parents and have fun with no matter what we're doing. I don't even know how to explain it. He's like the country boy I've always wanted. And I'm too damn shy to actually tell him that, except when I'm drunk. Although I guess its a good sign that he still talks to me despite all the drunken voicemails I've left him. How is it that I've been talking to this guy since April and this is the first time we've hooked up? Ack. I just need to wait and see how this weekend goes I guess.
I just don't think that he wants me to be the agressor because he's very old-fashioned. So any advice on how to get the shy guy to ask me out would be much appreciated.
Hope y'all had as great a Friday the 13th as I did. Much love.
Lots of jungle juice plus a tiny apartment with 60 + people in = bad things yet good things. I now have a second degree burn on my hand from someone's cigarette, but I have no idea whose because I was too drunk to notice the burn until the next day. I made a lot of new friends, I just can't remember most of their names. One guy told me that he liked my sweater and that he was taking it home with him with me inside of it. So I laughed and tried to find Bear, as he was the object of my desire that evening.
Finally finally finally got to hang out with Bear. I had always thought that he was a very shy boy, and I found out that he is until the door is shut. I, being the naturally conservative girl that I am, only let it go so far, but damn what did happen was good. Saturday was spent cuddling on the couch talking and watching movies while trying to keep warm in the freezing Pittsburgh climate.
However he is a very private person, so as soon as other friends showed up, things got a bit weird. I don't know if its because he doesn't like PDA or what. We still had a lovely day together but then I decided to go home and bathe and change clothes. I went out drinking that night with other friends and he did the same. We texted each other during the festivities and he called me before he went to bed that night.
But for some reason, I cannot stop being over analytical and self concious. I can't just let things happen. I can't tell if that was just a drunk hook up or if it could be more. We have so much in common and he is so quiet, its sometimes hard to keep a conversation going. Also he lives in Pittsburgh and I don't, so we don't see each other very often. With a little effort, we could have a great relationship, but I don't even know if thats what he wants. And talking on aim just doesn't quite cut it for starting a relationship. But he is seriously the kind of guy I could take home to my parents and have fun with no matter what we're doing. I don't even know how to explain it. He's like the country boy I've always wanted. And I'm too damn shy to actually tell him that, except when I'm drunk. Although I guess its a good sign that he still talks to me despite all the drunken voicemails I've left him. How is it that I've been talking to this guy since April and this is the first time we've hooked up? Ack. I just need to wait and see how this weekend goes I guess.
I just don't think that he wants me to be the agressor because he's very old-fashioned. So any advice on how to get the shy guy to ask me out would be much appreciated.
Hope y'all had as great a Friday the 13th as I did. Much love.