You know, one day I'm gonna not be awkward about relationships and I'm not gonna have to come on here or go anywhere for advice, lol. But until then...
For the first time since I was 17, I have stirred the romantic pot with a fellow I actually met in person. No online dating involved in this one, and I, for one, am excited! Story goes: I've met him (we'll call him Bob) twice before now. The first time, he caught my eye because he is super attractive, but I was very drunk and very aware of my intoxication and also too chicken to talk to him. However, the friend (we'll call her Sue) I was with at the time felt the need to be "brave" for me, so she drug my drunk butt over to him and told him that I thought he was attractive and I wanted to say hi. Which I did, just, ya know... when I was sober because I (and everyone else on the planet who has been drunk) tend to make an *** out of myself when I'm really drunk (which is why I don't get drunk like that anymore). We went home shortly there after that and I really kind of forgot about him, lol.
Fast forward at least another month, right after Thanksgiving, and I find myself at the same bar with a different friend (naming her Mary). We discover that Sue is there, too, and we sit and have a drink before we go outside. Low and behold, there is Bob right before my eyes, and he is still just as attractive as I remember. Long story short for this one, me, Mary, Sue, Bob, and a few other people decided we're gonna walk to a different bar a couple of blocks away, and when we get there it's this really fancy rooftop bar with music going and a pretty skyline... really a perfect "date" spot, haha. Me and Mary end up sitting away from everyone and talking, and then Bob comes up wanting to know why we aren't being social, and he asks me to come dance with him (Squee!!!!). Naturally, I oblige. We danced for quite some time, and during this time, I discover some definite chemistry between us and although we kept things tame, that little dancing number was pretty intense. On the way back to the original bar, he offered me his arm and we talked the whole way back. At the end of the night, he makes a point to tell me how much of a great time he had with me and that it really was a pleasure to meet me. And then I go home.
Now, fast forward to Friday night. Mary and I were out on the town again, and ended up at the same bar, where we find... Bob! He's standing amongst a group of people talking and it's freezing, so we go inside for a drink. Then, I go outside and find him still standing there, so I go up and say hi, and I am greeted with a very excited, "Oh Hey!!!" and a hug. Me, Bob, and Mary commence to conversing and we all ended up going inside and grabbed a booth. I sat next to him, and we pretty much all talked the entire night, and the longer we sat, the (physically) closer me and him got, and he ended up having his arm around me "to keep me warm". After that, we essentially were cuddling the entire night and to make another long story short, we exchange numbers before we leave, and I get a goodbye hug and a kiss -- a real one, too, not just a peck. Once again he says how much he enjoyed seeing me and that he'd get in touch with me.
Next morning (Saturday), I get a text from him simply saying "I enjoyed seeing you last night. We should definitely do it again." I responded saying essentially the same thing "I agree! I enjoyed seeing you too. " and after that... nothing. There has been nothing since that point. I probably shouldn't be worrying; I mean it's only just been the weekend, haha. But IDK, part of me kinda wants to say hi but the other part of me wants to leave the ball in his court and not contact him unless he contacts me again. I always hate this part; I never know if I'm coming off too desperate or not. I'm really trying to play it cool this time but it's driving me nuts that I haven't heard from him, lol. Would y'all just leave him be or say hi?