He's called Hot Rod, and I really like him. Turned-down-sex like him. He's made it clear he's really into me, but I don't want to rush and fuck this up. I also don't know that I want to rush at all. He's so bloody sweet, and a great cook (made chicken on the grill tonight), and a conversationalist with a good taste in music. I met his roommate tonight, as well, which was another reason for turning down sex, and he's super nerdy and hilarious and maybe a little bit into me, but that's probably just serious arrogance talking. I really don't want to get between the two, since they're best friends in addition to roommates. And we'd only just kissed when he asked me to stay the night, so that's another thing. Those three all together, and it was definitely the right choice. Oh, I do hope he calls. I've still got a smile and his taste on my lips.
Now, I've got a test in the AM and need to crash. Jeeeeez.
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