Okay, so I've gone from like 0 to 60 in less than a week.
I have had one serious boyfriend in my entire life. And by serious I mean, we were together less than a year but we kissed and I was infatuated with him but had no idea how he felt about me and had no idea what to do with my infatuation and freaked out a little bit and ruined the best thing that probably ever happened to me.
But I'd never tell him that.
So after I graduated high school, I went off to college and got my "college-girl" on. Where I went out every weekend getting drunk and hooking up with the hottest thing that would dance with me.
And by hooking up, I mean making out. Strictly making out. No going home together or sneaking into the bathroom, just. making. out.
That was freshman year. Sophomore year I behaved a little better. I only hooked up with one guy, but we took it further. I still am a virgin, so not that far, but further.
I wasn't in the club every weekend, and when I was I usually stuck with the girls to try not to look like a hoe, and to try to avoid getting aids because I was feeling very DTF.
This year, I'm living at home, so when I get drunk I need a place to stay, because I'm not driving nor am I coming home to my parents shwasted. And TWICE in one week, (I feel like such a hoe) I have stayed with 2 different guys.
Granted, the 2nd guy and I just cuddled. But he really wanted to do more and now continues to ask me over every night. I'm like Bitch, I don't want you.
But this first guy, I may be the closest thing to in love that I have been since high school! Or, freshman year when I hooked up with a guy who actually made me laugh.
Seriously, we made out for almost 2 hours and he was the best kisser ever. Before, after, and even during our make out sesh we talked. Like, deep convo, get-to-know-you convo, and sex convo. Everything rolled into one night.
We were up all night, from midnight to 5am. Cuddling, talking, making out.
He didn't pressure me to do anything. He backed off the second I said I don't want to.
He said, "What do I have to do?"
I said, "Be more than 'that guy I met at Stewie's one night.'"
And we cooled down and cuddled and talked about everything from family, to our dreams for the future, and why we are where we are, etc. I've just never met a guy like him, ever.
It's been a week and I keep reliving that night. I left without saying goodbye, because I had class really early and didn't want to wake him. Looking back, biggest mistake ever. I could have at least put my number in his phone so he could call me sometime.
I don't know, I'm so bad with goodbyes. I will probably cry if I never see him again. I will be heart broken if I see him again, and he doesn't try to talk to me about that night or get my number.
Ugh. Anyway, what's your story? What do you do after a late night hook up to make sure you see the guy again?
