And I know this, because as we were making out in the parking lot at 1:30 a.m. on a Tuesday night, he says "You are a good kisser" followed by "I don't want to go to Chicago this weekend anymore..."
Wonder if one has anything to do with the other? Yeah. I doubt it too.
So, if you can't tell, I had a great second date with the professor. We met for margaritas around 9:30; then found out the place closed at 10. A half hour second date wasn't going to cut it, so we ended up around the corner at an actual bar. I don't know what happened, but I figured it was getting late and pulled my cell phone out to see what time it was (does it surprise you at all that I haven't worn a watch in about a decade?). I was horrified. It was 1:05. In the morning. And I needed to be out of bed at 5:45. In the morning. And bed was 30 minutes away.
But I really wasn't ready to leave yet. Which is why there was a slight make out session in the parking lot. I really didn't like that we were making out in a parking lot. Particularly this sorta gross, creepy one. PDA goes against my rules - doesn't matter what time it is, or where it is, noone wants to see that shit.
3.5 hours of sleep does not make you a really effective person the next day. But it sure does make you bitchy. And on edge. And it was unfortunate that I had meetings, and lots and lots and lots of homework to do. Lots. So, I got about 5 hours of sleep last night too.
In part because I was gchatting with Prof in between doing homework questions.
Boys sure can interfere with my life.