After the crushing blow to my Lady Mojo a few weeks ago, I was really unsure of where I stood with Fred. He was still flirty, but I honestly doubted if he might have feelings for me. And by feelings, I mean ones of the "big kiss at the end of the movie" variety. We found ourselves in a somewhat familiar situation as before, after drinking with friends at a party and there were friends sleeping all over the place.
We stayed up talking until about 5am. He went to sleep on the couch. But, he left his phone in my room. I was about to pass the phone off when he knocked on the door to pick it up. He didn't want the phone to wake me up in the morning. He said he was falling off of the couch. I invited him to stay in my bed if he thought it would be more comfortable. He agreed. We laid there talking for a while.
And then HE KISSED ME! And the next day he wasn't all weird. I was mildly concerned it might have been a drunk impulse from him, but he said he was almost completely sober at the time and he knew what he was doing!
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
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