Another update! Though I'm unsure just how good or bad this one may be...
After my crush asked for my number on Monday, we exchanged texts the rest of the day. We had a good conversation going, when suddenly that night he didn't text back. Next day, still no response. I didn't want to be overbearing, and I definitely didn't want to look desperate, so I just let it be. I thought he was more than likey just really busy. Wednesday comes and I decide to shoot him a text to ask if he wants to meet up at the gym on Friday, and he responds "sure thing" and we decide that noon is our best meeting time.
We didn't talk at all Thursday, but I was content with giving him some space. Figured that since it was really just the beginning of something, I wasn't going to stress these lapses in communication. Especially since I still didn't completely understand his intentions.
Friday comes, and I'm of course brimming with excitement. I'm anxious, and giddy, and happy, and everything in between. He texts me that morning to see if we were still on for the gym that afternoon, and I tell him I'll meet him outside of the gym building. When I go to meet him, he appears visibly nervous. I was nervous too, but it was masked. His obvious nervousness interested me, especially since I'm not in the least bit intimidating. As soon as I realize that I was getting a nervous vibe from him, I threw my own nervousness out of the window and tried to make him feel comfortable.
We head upstairs to the changing room and as we're changing I'm being friendly and trying to get to know him, his workout routine, and his interests. As much as I fancied being near him as he's undressing, I made sure to keep my eyes from wandering to him because I wanted to respect his boundaries. However from the corner of my eyes I could tell that he was well defined and had a really nice body. A nice chest, lightly hairy legs, nice boxers...I could go on.
We spent about an hour working out in the gym and things went really well. There was the initial awkwardness of finding stuff to talk about, but we breezed past that as I tried to maintain friendly communication between different routines. We shared lot's of laughs and silly moments, and I learned a great deal about him. I really had a great time. One thing that confused me though, was I didn't get the feeling that he was particularly interested in me while we were working out. So I resigned myself to the possibility that maybe he just wants to be friends. We decided that we would do it again come next week, and so I was happy for the opportunity to hangout with him more.
A little later on in the evening I was having drinks with a friend of mine from the same class, and who knows about him. She and I catchup about how the gym session went and what I learned about him. She tells me I should text him about how much of a good time I had at the gym, so I do.
It was a buy one get one free night and I didn't eat (I know, I know) and they are bringing me a wine glass filled to the top with my favorite drink, a Cosmo. By the time I'm texting him I'm halfway into my first one and I'm already feeling slightly under the influence. He responds almost immediately, and as I'm handing her my phone (since she wanted to read his response) I accidentally click the little phone button at the top of the Samsung messaging app. I give her the phone not realizing it's ringing, and she tells me "It's calling him!" and let's it ring a few times before hanging up.
At this point I'm like "fuck, wow. I need to be more careful." And he calls back a few seconds later!
My heart is racing, but I pick up the phone and be casual. "Hey! Sorry, I called you by mistake as I was trying to respond to your message." He laughs and tells me it's okay. I figured that since he was on the phone, I might as well just tell him what I was going to text him. So I repeat that I had a good time with him in the gym, and that my shoulder was feeling much better after some stretching. He tells me that was a good sign, but I should be careful not to strain it more because it's possible I could have a mild injury.
The conversation stalls.
I don't know what to say next, and the alcohol was causing me to panic more so than I usually would. So I quickly tell him "gimme one sec", and put the phone down as I take a huge breath, and give myself a few needed seconds to collect my wits. I pick up the phone and apologize, telling him I was dealing with the waitress. My friend then motions that I should ask him what he was doing tonight, something I thought was too soon, but did anyway. "What are you doing tonight?" He replies that he was meeting an old friend, and so I tell him "Cool. I'm actually downtown and we just saw the Pope and I got a video of it and everything" He responds, "Oh really? That's pretty awesome." "Yeah, it was really nice"
The conversation stalls again.
*silence from him*
"Ummm, yeah. Just wanted to say that..."
He laughs and responds, "Well, I guess I'll see you in class on Monday then"
"Ummm, yeah, cool. Yeah. See ya, take care."
Needless to say I was incredibly embarassed. It was all I could think about as I finished my Cosmo, and proceeded to down my second drink (a White Russian).
My friends I've talked to about it say I didn't really do anything wrong, and that asking what he was doing that night could be seen as a casual and friendly question. And that if he laughed about the awkwardness, it's most likely fine.
But I don't know if maybe it was too soon to ask a question like that. Whether it appeared casual or not, I feel like he and I both understood my reasoning for asking him. He took it well enough, but I still feel awkward about it. Regardless, my intentions should surely be obvious now.
So, LGBTQIA GAF, my question to you is: how badly did I fuck up, if at all? Should I wait until class before talking to him again?
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