The library is the place for love

At the beginning of this summer, we met a fantastic group of gentlemen and started hanging out with them everyday. Library Boy was one of these boys and he was fabulous. So naturally, all of my roommates developed crushes on him, some crushes bigger than others. Library Boy is the type of boy that just reeks of goodness and he is always so genuine and thoughtful. He just makes everyone fall in love with him without meaning to. So all of our roommates had fake crushes on this boy, that were actually real crushes though we wouldn't admit it. Then I realized that my crush was just getting all sorts of out of control.

Being the foolish souls that we are, we both are taking summer classes, so we started going to the library to study nearly every night. It started out that I would just text to see if he was there whenever I was there, but slowly it turned into planning to go together. Honestly, being able to spend time with Library Boy and distract each other from our studying made homework much more bearable. In fact, I rather enjoyed a lot of those moments. So this was the regular occurrence over weeks and weeks: the daily texting while at work, going to the library every night, lot's of flirting, walking home together. It was good. The attachment and adoration grew whilst in the library - so poetic, if I do say so myself. Obviously we did fun things outside of the library too, but it was always with other people, so the library was where we got to know each other individually. And then it became obvious about a month ago ("obvious" meaning his roommate told my roommate) that he liked me back. This was a good day.

Throughout the last month, both of us have gone on a number of trips and have been out of town more than our fair share of days, which was rather inconvenient. We were at that point in the potential relationship where you NEED to spend time together, or it will die. I've experienced the dying of almost-relationships more often than I would like to count, so I would know. However, as luck (or fate or whatever you want to call it) would have it, whenever we would return, the interest was still alive and it was glorious.

Then finally last week we went on a date! It's not that he exactly asked me, it's more that I told him to take me, but it was a date nonetheless. We went to the movies and just talked. It was so fun.

So you would think considering we both obviously like each other and that the date was a success that we would continue to go on dates and something would come of it. However, it has not been so. There's been a significant lack of texting and seeing this past week and a half. I've only seen him a couple of times and for just a few minutes each encounter; there has been no effort on his part to spend time together anymore. Clearly this has caused quite a bit of confusion. What am I supposed to do? Is he still interested, or did it just randomly die like it so often does? Library Boy is a sweet heart and I desperately want this situation to play out well, so I'm currently of the opinion that he's just a slow mover. But at this point, who knows what is actually happening in that boys head.

Peace and Blessings. 
The Friendly Kisser