The Drunk Misadventures of Dating

I am rather intoxicated. Again.

Last night I had a dream which included Boy with an Afro who Likes Indie Bands and it made me immensely aware that I am not yet over him or our minor fling. This made me come to the conclusion that maybe he was interested in me when I was dating the Redneck, and now that I'm single he's gotten disinterested. I think. I think that makes sense. So. I've been fighting the temptation to text or call him since that would be wrong according to Greg, that I should let him come to me if he wants to make any sort of move. My impatience is going to get the best of me, I just know it, so I'm sure this time tomorrow there will be another update with a failed response from Afro.

But I liiiiiiiiike him. He's just different. And he has good hair. I find it frustrating that he was a key motivation for cheating on the Redneck, and now that I'm free of any ties he has shown his face or gotten in contact with me a handful of times. Of course that launches me into an insecure spiral, which I refuse to be sucked into, so I've convinced (or have tried to) myself that it's his problem - that maybe he's so taken by me that he's at a loss for words.

Or he could be interested in someone else.
Or already involved with someone else.
Or not even interested or involved with someone else, but still doesn't want me.

Goddammit. I'm texting him.