He hasn't called. I'm sad.
Haven't thought about much else for the past three days. I had a very vivid "flashback" dream last night and woke up sweaty and agitated. I'm simultaneously really wishing I knew his phone number, and glad I didn't as I probably wouldn't be able to leave him alone. I guess it's a partial blessing that I can't remember exactly where he lives because then I'd be a stalker.
One thing I wasn't expecting is that I'm developing a new sympathy for some of the men who've been cursed with misguided obsessions with me over the years. I used to think they were pathetic and weak, but now I know what it's like. God I can be such a bitch.
You know, I'm beginning to think there's something to be said about not giving up too much too soon, physically certainly and maybe emotionally... but I really don't know if I would have been able to resist even if I had wanted to. And if he were to call me up right now, I know I'd be eagerly doing what he told me to in an hour's time.
This really sucks.
It would probably be amusing if it wasn't so frustrating.