The guy who hit on me last weekend ("Wanna have some fun?") is back, hanging out with my roommates, and I almost wish he'd knock on the door so I could tell him I'm with someone. And while I'm fairly certain we're exclusive ("I'm a one-woman-at-a-time kind of man.") I really don't know what to call us. And. I told my brother everything pertinent (alcohol, smoking, navy, age, everything I could think might be a con -- everything prior to the halfway point of Gladiator) and he seems to approve. Basically, he could think of no reason to tell me not to go for it. And. Mmm. I have gone for it, and it was amazing. Thinking about it makes my body go all warm and squeamish, and I really am attracted to him. I'm excited and scared and completely blown away by the parts that really matter - him.
Eeeeu. My eyes are losing focus, and it's 4AM, so I'll end there, but wow. I really am excited at the prospect of a second date.
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