Hiya.Monday night was fun. Really, it was.
I've been flirting with this guy Brian in my Octaa class which I have every monday night. I gave him my screen name and he found me online 10 minutes after I walked into the room. We were talking for about an hour about tastes and dislikes and he asked me out to the subshop for coffee. Afterwards, we hung out in my dorm room throwing the ball around for 2 hours while we got to know each other. I pelted him in the groin once and you fell sideways onto my bed. My roommate came back at about quarter to midnight and we were still talking and playing catch. Things were going well between us, or at least I thought. I showed him to the door down in the lounge, he hugged me and kissed me on my cheek. Then I led him to the door in the lobby and he kissed me on the lips. A full kiss. Tongue included.
It sucked, people. The kiss was shit. I was actually saddened by it.
I haven't heard from him since that night and I'm not even shocked.
I'm not obsessing over this like I would have had it been Tony. I wasn't even going to write about this in here. Didn't think you or anyone really needed to know but then I wanted to update again and I figured something was better than nothing. Plus, I had to tell somebody.
Going home in a few days. That's gonna be sweet.
I'll write more later if the words find me.
