Late night kissing

Do you remember my drunken fling in Melbourne in early 2011? If not you can read about it here.

Along with my bestie, he came with a few other peeps which made up our crew for the new year's festivities. At first I thought it would be an opportunity to get laid and it would make up my desire for a NYE kiss.  But then when I met up with them one evening before new years eve, it dawned on me that it indeed was a very drunken episode and it was quite awkward.  Or maybe he didn't really want to speak to me as he felt awkward also.  I tried to make conversation but it didn't feel comfortable so I didn't bother after that.

Later on that night we had gone to another bar and a guy went past me and said 'how was the Beresford?'
Obviously he was there earlier when I was there but I didn't notice him and I said 'it was good' and turned my back.

Later on, and after more vodkas, Smiz and I were heading towards the ladies when he came past again and asked 'how was the Beresford' and proceeded to high five Smiz and have a chat with us.  I don't know if I was attracted to him ... dark features, funny, friendly and quite good looking.  But I was feeling a little weird already with the whole Melbourne fling being around.  As Smiz and I went to the ladies, we both had our mouth opened in excitement.  At that time yes, I was quite excited and pleased.

Cut a long story short, he bought us a drink and we ended up kissing not long after a few minutes.  I don't know why but I was also extremely nervous, and kept making excuses saying I needed to go as I had friends from Melbourne visiting.

As I went to go, he kept pulling me back, and kept kissing me.  This made me even more nervous, like I was about to fall and crash down on my knees.  A part of my brain was questioning why I would feel so nervous, another part of me was thinking about my Melbourne fling being in Sydney and how awkward it was, and another part of my brain didn't feel anything, whereas another part of my brain felt so much excitement I just wanted to stand still and freeze.

We were kissing when the Melbourne fling walked past, I quickly pulled away and laughed, he probably didn't even care, but I wasn't sure if I did - it was just a fling after all.

I could tell all my friends wanted to leave, he didn't want me to go, but it was new years eve the next day and I was also worried about being able to have the energy to last through the night.  It was already 2am after all and we needed to be up and about by midday.

As I was walking down the stairs, I heard my name and he had run down the stairs after me. Wanting me to stay.

And you know what I did?

I ran down the stairs even faster and yelled 'I'm going!'

What in the world?

I can't remember the last time I was so nervous over a boy.  I don't know a thing about him and yet my stomach was filled with butterflies.

What's even weirder is that I haven't really heard from him since, I wonder what that was all about?
How can someone show you so much attention and interest, but ... won't make a decision to call you or make plans with you?

I even put myself on the line, sent him a text asking him to come out, that I owed him a sneaky pash in a corner.

No reply.

Confused much?