Spurt of Happiness

He asked me for my number today.

I'm telling you, I have the luck of things coming up and then having it be the end of the year or a break of some sort fuck that up.

We were just sitting there in a group just talking amongst ourselves like we do around lunch time. I rather enjoy being able to meet up with the same people over and over. I am sadly a creature of habit that sometimes want new things to appear.

Anyway, he comes along every now and then. He's a friend of a friend who is now my friend. When he first came around I made it known that I had an immense interest for him. We had some sort of interest in each other.

Then of course spring break came up.
He ended up making out with some chic or whatever.

He avoided me the following week. It was dumb.

The next Friday we met up and just hung out. It's nice. Whenever we are in a group we just section ourselves out and just talk. Everything is talked about, there are no restrictions and I'm always laughing my ass off.

He's potentially queer, like I am. He's clean. He's a man of science (how I love them). He is just pretty great.

Obviously I say that because I'm interested in him.

So people left the circle type structure. We just talked. and talked. and talked.

He told me how he was still a virgin (that wasn't difficult to decipher). How he hates body hair. How he questions his ability to be sexual, nearing on asexual. He doesn't find many people attractive.

I felt kind of like I was talking to myself. I could relate to what he was saying. A lot.

He liked being single, but he wanted a platonic relationship...maybe be friends first before he progresses into something.

And it's true. God, how I've lived rushing things. It ruins everything. It honestly does. I've ruined so many potential things because I want instant satisfaction and immediate intimacy.

It's funny how we flirt in conversation. How we say things we like about the person, but never directly to the individual. Fucking with their mind. We both were doing that. One time I mentioned blue eyes, the other time he remarking his dissatisfaction with breasts and liked legs and a nice ass.

It was cute.

We both left, but he pulled out his phone wondering if I had his, and I said no. I did at one point through facebook, but since the transition to another temporary phone, it was lost in the process. Complete bummer for sure...but I felt that if he had any interest in communicating with me he would ask.

My friend who was petitioning came around to tell me some things, in the middle the boy of interest had asked me "what is your number." Of course an instant smile appeared on my face. I looked at my petitioner friend and he smiled back.

I love those moments, that with a look, the words and feelings can be expressed perfectly.

He then left and I texted him back. It was the end of that experience.
As you can tell, it's been awhile since something along those lines has occurred.
I don't want to jump for joy.

He had told me that he should keep up with people a lot better. He asked if I was going to be here this summer, which I will if I can't find a job while at home. So I don't know my situation this summer. It was really cute. I was really happy.

I just don't want to be a forgotten thought.

I know I will continually think about him, but I don't want to be the one that is the first to text him. He probably feels the same way.

I'm just happy I managed some attention, but at the same time upset that I know it won't go through.

Oh well.

Just another meaningless event in my life.

For your enjoyment.