12:05 p.m.: On my way back home. Last night was fabulous, even if Bowling Green did get really f’ing sweaty. He tries to make me stay, he’s a sweet heart. We have a nice understanding that we both like each other and that it’s a little more than just sex, but not enough to justify being in a long distance relationship or anything. Whatever it is, it works.
3:13 p.m.: Text from Boss’s Friend! “How was your week stranger?” It’s good to know he doesn’t hate me or something. He doesn’t waste any time saying he’s going to be in town next Friday and wants to “watch a movie or something.” He says he’s only going to be here for the night because he’s headed to Indy for a wedding Saturday morning. Part of me is flattered that he wants to spend the little time he’s here with me, but another part of me is worried that he’s counting on getting laid. He’s not the kind of guy I could just have sex with and walk away from, which I really don’t want to do at all now anyways. I just like him, and I hope it’s not weird.
11:42 p.m.: Friend calls me, he’s totally drunk. Asking if I wanna come to his house and drink. Trying to decide if I want to. I’m going to Bloomington tomorrow, and I don’t want to get burnt out and not feel like raging tomorrow night.