Life is crazy. On Halloween, I found out that a good friend likes me, and we ended up making out (it was my first kiss, and I think it was his too). It was kind of awkward but sweet and nice. On Tuesday night, he was over at my house for a writing group meeting, and after everyone left, he suggested we go to his house for a while (probably because I have a roommate but he doesn’t). Well… things ended up getting a little out of hand. Just a little, nothing too serious. When it looked like things would go further if we didn’t stop, I broke away and said, “Umm, let’s just keep it at this level.” He was incredibly embarrassed and ashamed of himself, and he said, “I don’t want to do this… I wish it didn’t happen.” I felt guilty too even though I didn’t want it to stop (morals butted in), but I think he felt worse. We’re both really naive (20-year-old romantically challenged virgins) and know we want to wait before anything serious happens, but we went a little overboard that night.
Blah. Hormones are stupid. They make people do things they’re not ready for. sigh Well, at least we showed some self-control…
