I am such a headcase

I had an awkward run-in with Roomie on campus today rushing between classes involving me calling, him acknowledging and me trying to talk without much luck. Afterwards, I berated myself for being impatient and calling to him, rather than waiting to run into him after class. Spent all class worrying that my awkwardness had destroyed my chances to get lucky and that my new underwear would go unappreciated. He was not outside the classroom, nor at the entrance having a cigarette. Foiled. I walked home, vowing not to do anything stupid anymore. My machine flashed. I had a feeling. Sure enough, my power is intact and as potent as ever: it was a very apologetic message with a request to call.

Krista was as shocked as I was: Who is this guy?

Of course I haven't called. I have been busy. Curly came over for tea, which was nice, he's a chatty guy. And then I had to go to work.

I'm looking forward to a very packed week, sex or no sex, with of course fifteen hours of work to pay for all the trimmings. But really, sex would be preferable.

I think I now know what it is like to be a guy.