I've discovered that I don't find William (guy I hooked up with the other night--people actually call him Bill, but I told him I'd prefer to call him William, ha) that interesting. In fact, I find him to be kind of boring. His favorite color is blue, he likes steak, and his favorite movie is Wedding Crashers.
But, like most insecure people, I find myself worrying that this guy that I am not that interested in is not that interested in me. And taking offense to that.
We spoke for awhile tonight online. We talked about hanging out; he goes back and forth between being very enthusiastic about it to be almost annoyingly non-chalant. I kept asking him. At one point he asked, "You're really worried about this aren't you?"
I am torn between being worried about him discovering my secret insecurities and just not caring because I am not that interested in the first place. It is quite the catch-22. Oh well. I suppose it isn't really a loss of great proportions, right?
I am going to be mature about this and just let bygones be bygones. The last thing I need is another Jason.
Meanwhile, I am madly crushing over Damon, the 28-year-old head of the magazine I write for at school, with whom I have been e-mailing all summer. I am going back to Athens in early July to cover some conference and he has offered me a place to stay while there. The e-mail reads:
"Sleeping in your car, huh? I like your dedication. But unless your
heart is set on the Escort, you're welcome to crash in the spare room
at my house. That would actually give me an incentive (much needed)
to clean the place. You'd have to be cool with dogs, though; I have
one."
Wow, huh?
My best friend Jess is also having problems with boys at the moment. We've decided to just let good things happen to us, rather than going out of our way to make them happen.
Maybe I just need some sexin'. It has been awhile.