So...

You know that part, where I said I was going to meet someone, and date them without falling into bed immediately with them?

Wow, that really didn't happen.

I actually just got home. From an amazing time. With an adorable, incredible boy, whom I shall name... SF (see the following story). And the thing about SF is, he makes me laugh my ass off. Last semester we played squash and badminton and actually just spent the entire time laughing. It was actually the most fun I'd had in a while. I didn't see too much of him this semester... the both of us were busy with school and all, but we randomly decided to go drinking last night.

And I went to his house afterwards to play Street Fighter 2 (World Warrior, not Turbo) [..hence the name SF] and I actually beat him a few times (miraculously). We wrestled. It was gloriously fun.

And after things settled down and I got tired, at about 4am, he held my hand and made me laugh. And then cuddled me. And then brought me to his bed. (The noisiest bed known to exist). I just adored the intimacy of it all. I don't really know what is going to happen. My mind raced with questions afterwards (and before, and during) and I don't have any of the answers and I am trying to squash all my questions and fears before they overwhelm me.

Anyway, we are supposed to see a movie later this week when I get back from this big conference I am going to. Oi. Wish a gal luck!