. . . when it's a guy you met 48 hours ago and will more than likely never see again, despite knowing his best friend?
. . . when he lives about five hundred miles away?
. . . when you know precisely fuck all about him apart from a couple of anecdotes you've drunkenly shared upon meeting, and what you've been told by the aforementioned mutual friend?
. . . when he apparently has a girlfriend, even though she too lives in a completely different country?
. . . when you flirted outrageously with one another, dirty danced (to the point where you were almost abandoned in a strange city alone by everyone else?) and had obvious chemistry (and when even I can tell this, there's definitely something going on there!), but failed to close the deal by mere minutes?
I think deep down more than anything I'm just happy I still appear to be capable of fancying someone.
Since my modus operandi is generally wanting someone that I can't have, this is only to be expected. Especially since I was left wondering . . .