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So I went out last night, as I said I would.  It turned into a kind of weird evening.  I got to the bar and some of the guys were there but not THE guy (whom we shall call M lol)  We were just chilling and watching the Pats own the Jaguars.  Finally M shows up, sad thing is all his friends (who I was chilling with) seemed to know about our uh…’date’ the other night because Rick even looked at me and said "Hey you were with M last night do you know if he’s coming out to the bar tonight?"….Ok, why would I know more about your friends life than you? lol  Well apparently I did.  M finally showed up but I think I won over Rick at least on my side.  It’s pretty funny. 

Well the combo of alcohol ended up making me sick (As a note to some of you who may not know I was not aware you shouldn’t have vodka then Jack, because I’d always mixed them before with no problem.  Seems Jack has to go in first or else he tries to kick the rest of the party-goers out of the bar.)  So I was feeling miserable towards the end of the night.  Not drunk, just sick-feeling.  M was nice enough to walk me to my car but I was feeling so horrible I wasn’t sure if I could drive home but I knew I would need my car in the morning so I didn’t want to be driven home and having to explain it to my parents the next morning why I needed to be driven to my car.  M was nice enough to offer to let me crash on his couch until I felt better.  So he drove me to his really nice house in a really nice suburb in his PT Cruiser where we started off cuddling on his red leather sofa in front of his huge entertainment center.  Eventually we wound up on the floor.  Well, as about an hour ticked by one thing led to another and things started getting a bit hot and heavy.  As he stood and tried to get me to go with him to his king-size bed my brain kicked in, finally over-riding my overactive hormones with common sense.  Thank god too because I was totally ready to go down that road and I know I would have regretted it.  Not because M is a bad guy but because I’m not trying to rush into anything at this point.  I pulled him to heel and he took me back to my car although he seemed very remorseful about possibly pushing me to far.  He continued to apologize today and I kept having to tell him it wasn’t his fault and that I didn’t want to rush anything and he agreed that not rushing is a very good thing.  So who knows.

So yes I emphasized all the possessions because M makes good money and he spends it wisely.  He’s a wonderful guy from what I’ve seen.  A huge dork though.  He has stacks of boxed comic books as tall as I am in the guest room closet and action figures.  He loves wrestling, is sarcastic.  But amazingly sweet, funny.  Has his life in order.  He seems perfect…and we all know nothing is what it seems.  If it seems too good to be true it probably is.  He has asked to be informed of the next time I am going to be in the area so we can hang out.  Not sure if I want to.  There are these little flipping-flopping butterflies in my stomach that want to but my head is saying ‘patience’.  *growl*  It’s very frustrating.  Stupid body is betraying me, making me want to wrap myself around this practically complete stranger and just … URGH!!!!  I want him…and I can’t say for sure that I want him or if I just want it.  And I don’t want to hurt M because he seems like a sweet, fairly innocent guy. 

He thanks me for kissing him like no one’s ever kissed him before or something.  It’s so bizarre.  I asked him why he did that and he said that he doesn’t get kissed a lot which I find hard to understand because he’s a pretty good-looking guy.  (His eyes are green btw, I finally got to stare into them long enough lol)  Maybe it’s because he’s such a dork to women.  I mean a comic book collecting, wrestling watching, sarcastic geek, come on?  It’s a bit hard to find women that understand that type of guy.  Sadly I do because that’s the kind of guys that raised me.  LLC! 

Like I said I know his friends seem to like me, probably for the same reason M does.  I’m like a guy in a girl’s body at times, plus I put up with a lot of stupid tricks.  At one point last night I said that we would have a contest, whoever gave me the lamest pick-up line would get to take me home.  They were really going at it.  I got the Ten-I-see one, the teddy bear, a few variations on the jeans.  LOL  It was pretty funny.  I also got my boobs poked and actually at one point licked.  It was a bit crazy and I think they were impressed that I just kind of rolled with it and laughed most of it off.

Oh well, I’m hungry so I’m going to get something to hit then maybe take a bubble-bath and do my nails since I don’t have to worry about getting up at a god-awful hour for class tomorrow.  : )

*luv ya bunches*