You Know You’re Right

I slept with a boy on Thursday night. He’s cute, a couple of years younger than I am. He’s one of my friend’s roommates, and he just broke up with his partner. It was nice. Invigorating, in a way. It’s the first time in a while that I’ve actually felt a positive emotion from. I felt more of a connection there than I have in the past few weeks with the girl from the radio station, which I need to tell her that I want to just be friends, but that speech sounds ever so difficult since I’m trying to avoid the pitfalls of becoming a douche about it. But I want to continue further with the other guy, but neither of us have said anything since, and I want to say something to him, but I don’t know what.

I feel like everything I’m going to say is wrong. And the longer I don’t text or call or something, the more time that passes to the point where he probably thinks that I’m not interested or that it was just a one night stand kind-of deal, which I have no idea if it was or not because of the lack of communication that is happening. Everything that I can think of comes off as sounding annoying or needy. "Hey". How fucking annoying does that sound? "How goes it?" Ugh. What? "I haven’t stopped thinking about it all weekend." Ugh, needy as hell. I can’t send anything out now without it sounding so random. 

Fuck. I’m just going to go with "Heyyy". No. "Heyy". Three "y’s" sounds too needy.