Still fluttering.

Okay, no grand make-out session. But I’m certainly not too disappointed. : P

I called her after the moment she would have come home and crashed, and assertively before she would have been thinking, “Why didn’t that fucker call me yet?” I know she got two hours of sleep last night, but I perceived her as being receptive to interacting with me. (My perception was right.)

She was a bit tired at first (because I uh, woke her up), but it was cool.

*smiles*

I wondered aloud how we started flirting. She didn’t know either! It just sort of happened. Intimate working environment, I say. All those big booties running into each other. Or something.

I kept giggling because. Well, because. She’d ask what I was giggling about, and I couldn’t bring myself to say that I liked her. At first, at least. I was able to trick myself into saying, “Do I have to outright say that I like you?” I just have this difficulity with saying that I like a girl. So I figured I’d get it out of the way and make my life easier.

(And yes, she said ‘I like you, too’.)

I love the beginning. I’ve come to the realization that I don’t really care what happens. I’m just happy. After all, why should anybody be so dead-set on one possible future? Whatever happens, happens. I’m one step closer to personal freedom.

Though, I do want to make out with her. : D After all, some possible futures are more preferable than others.