Kind of a long story, but here it goes...
Last week on the 4th of July, I had some friends over and we BBQ'd some food, set off fireworks, had a lot of drinks, etc. This girl in the apartment next door came out to watch our fireworks and we all started talking. After quite a while, we all went back in my place for some more drinks. We sat at the table just shooting the $#%^ for an hour or two, then my friends got tired and left, so it was just me and this girl.
It gets a little blurry at this point (we had both had a lot of booze) but we went into the living room and she was showing me some kind of music recommendation service online. I remember we made our way to the couch and we started making out. By then, it was getting light out so I took her by the hand and we went upstairs to my bedroom. We got in bed and made out some more, did some other stuff as well (but didn't actually have sex because I didn't have a condom)
We fell asleep and woke up a few hours later, hung over as hell. We both remembered that we had stuff to do that day, so we got dressed. Before she left, I asked her if we were going to hang out again sometime, and her answer was a very enthusiastic affirmation that we would indeed "do this again sometime." After she left, I went to dinner with some family. I came back home and was doing something in the kitchen, and saw her get in her car and leave.
Now I haven't seen her car there since then. She hasn't contacted me or anything. It's nerve-wracking. I don't know if she's just off on some other business, or if she doesn't want to come back here because she's weirded out by what we did. My only theories:
- She drove back to her hometown (several states away) to get some more of her possessions, or just visit (she mentioned having just moved here recently) This is the most likely situation.
- Upon reflection, she was freaked out by what happened with us and doesn't want to see me anymore, so she's avoiding coming home. Where she is currently staying, or what she plans on doing with all her possessions in that apartment next door, I don't know. This is not very likely, but I can't get the possibility out of my head.
This is all very stupid, I know. It's just that typing it out and telling other people is therapeutic. It's just that the uncertainty is killing me and I've been a nervous wreck lately. I have to go back to work tomorrow and if I don't calm down about this, it's going to affect my performance.
That's all I have to say, I guess. Thanks for reading.