I've just seen a face...

Mr. Mellow came over Sunday night. I was im-ing him on facebook, and then he asked me "do you want to continue this conversation in person?" Obviously, I was freaking out. I have never done this. Eighteen years old, and I'm more virginal than most middle schoolers. My wonderful best friend kept encouraging me, making me laugh, so that when he got here, I was at least not hyperventilating.

So he got to my dorm at about eight o'clock. I had not eaten dinner, but I wasn't about to turn down such an opportunity. I was so nervous about what we would do. My hands were clammy, my teeth were chattering, and I experienced an inexplicable sudden chill. What is a girl supposed to do in such a situation?

But the situation unfolded such that my fears were assuaged. We had no problem talking. We talked so well, we talked for twelve hours. Twelve Hours! He didn't leave until eight o'clock in the morning! I was so tired, but so unwilling to ask him to leave. There was never a sense of an awkward silence, although occasionally there was silence. It felt so normal. Except for my momentary freakouts, the moments when I realized what was happening- I was hanging out with this boy one-on-one!

Our conversation consisted of innumerable topics, from him convincing me that I could have any man I choose (something I still don't quite believe), to us describing each other with three adjectives (at which point he stated: "Well, you're average height, I guess, and you are brunette, and I could say you're smart... but I don't want to give you an ego boost, so... I guess I'll just put it out there. You're cute."), and debating how I would escape if he chose to attack me (which obviously involved some playful physical contact). Finally, at eight a.m., at which time both of us were clearly too tired to make much conversation, he left. And I couldn't believe it- I just stayed up until eight a.m. talking with this boy.

So now, I think it's mutually understood that we're interested in each other. But I don't know what to do next. I don't have his number, although he has mine. He wouldn't hang out with me willingly for twelve hours if he wasn't interested, right? He told me I was cute! I hope this turns out all right. Because this is the closest I've ever been.