looking forward

He wrote down my phone. I kissed him in the halfway darkness thing that was going on. But next day in a place with proper lighting he seemed unsure. Maybe he really did have to study. I was an idiot and said OK I was going home anyway to get some sleep for I needed to be up early for work the next day. And it was true. Maybe I should have lied? Maybe we were lucky not to get into each other. I mean really. Really we will never know and it's OK. That was really how it was. That was the best we could do for each other. Small talk over dinner. Sad poor diplomatic talk. I was happy to go home and wank. I went to sleep looking forward to my next love and/or sex interest. It felt right to do so.