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Okay, so this is going to be a two-fold blog.  First, I will detail my NYE shenanigans. Then I will ask you, dear readers, about my date’s actions.

Shenanigans (I’m secretly happy that I knew how to spell shenanigans without the help of spell check):

I have a friend… Mandy.  Mandy and I worked for the same non-profit agency but in different cities.  Now I work elsewhere and she’s also looking for a new job. Anyway, we’ve known each other for about 3 years.  For about the past 6 months or so we’ve been hanging out, and it’s been soooo nice to have a friend nearby that I can physically hangout with.  If I had my way though, my very best friend would be my go-to hangout person.  (She’s a 13-ish hour drive from me.)

The party started at 9pm.  When I’m single I talk with multiple people and see where things go.  So, I had a date for the event.  We’ll just call him my date for this blog.

Mandy had made her famous Chicken Dippy Stuff (I’ll have to post the recipe sometime), drinks we going down quickly, and the place was full of laughter, music, and white-girl dancing.  HAHA!  We played games, drank more, danced more, and laughed even more.

Then there were the smoke breaks.  The smoke breaks had laughter, sure.  But they had lots of conversation that led to confessions that led to Mandy making out with me.  Oh my gosh!  I have all kinds of mixed feelings regarding my curiosities and certainly about my actions on NYE.  I was so turned on.  I didn’t want to stop.

Holy hell, I said typed that out loud.

So, just after 5am, my date and I headed back to my place.  Drunk and horny I let him finger me on the way back to my place.

Date’s Actions:

Because I wasn’t looking for a hookup and really do want a relationship (geez this blog is all over the place), when we got back to my place I said something to the effect, “I’m really drunk and I’m not sure if I should invite you in.” (Disclaimer: I was drunk, he was not.)  He said something like, “That’s fine.  Can I get a kiss?”  So we made out for a little bit.  He’s not a bad kisser.  As I got out of his car I said, “Text me.”

At 10pm that night, when I was nearly asleep, he text me.

Him: How are you doing today?
Me: Dude.  I just laid down to go to sleep.  I woke up at 9am.  I’m exhausted. Waited all day to hear from you.  Wasn’t hungover.  But I am tired.  (In hindsight, that probably came off as really bitchy.)
Him: I slept most of the day.  Thought you might be sleeping too.  I’m sorry.  I guess I waited too long.
Me: Lol.  Nah.
Him: Why did you get up so early?
Me: Because I never sleep in even if I really want to.  Lol.
Me: I’m really tired though.  So I’m gonna go to sleep.  Text me tomorrow.
Him:  Oh I’m sorry.  I’m just the opposite. Ok.  I will.
Me: Okay.  🙂

I didn’t hear a peep out of him yesterday, although he did send me a facebook request.

I guess what I want to know is, if a girl tells you to text her and you don’t, what is she supposed to think?  I’m thinking that he’s not interested since I didn’t let him sleep with me.  Because I do want a relationship, I know that I need to make sure we’d get along and that I’d sleep with him sober before sleeping with him drunk.