Sometimes - too often actually - I don't trust my own judgement. I can't get the boy with the soft hair out of my head (although I've tried, and wanted to), and I don't know why. Is it because I honestly want to see and get to know him, or just that I feel guilty about not having called him yet? After all, he was nice enough to accept me not giving him my number.
So what was I supposed to do?
I've already decided it's not a good time to meet someone, but on the other hand I'm a bit curious, and you can't let people wait forever. They will eventually grow tired of you and stop caring. So, I did the next best thing to calling, I sent him a text message. Being the ludicrously nervous and impatient person that I am I expected him to answer immediately. When he didn't I started counting the minutes that passed, reasoning over what he could be doing instead of reading and/or answering my message. Maybe he gave me the wrong number? Maybe he has a girlfriend?
Maybe he's dead?
One hour and seventeen minutes later I got an answer, so my silly mind starts working again. Does the time it took mean that A) he had better things to do during that time or B) that he wanted to get his revenge on me for having to wait for me to contact him?
Why am I so obsessive about these things? Sometimes I just want to be normal.
Whatever that is.