O Week

The O is for orientation. Though considering the events of the week, it could also stand for 'orgasmic'.

It's been a while since I've posted, and it's because I've been away from my computer for the last few days, by and large, living life. So I figure I need to take a moment to withdraw into my cave, put on some music and type it all out. It's been the kind of week that future me will want to know about.
So why can't I put the damn thing into words?
Alright, so on Sunday I...
Actually no, that isn't the right way to go about this at all.
On Monday I...oh fuck it, going to simply start typing and not stop. Prepare for gibberish.
So I met a boy. Well, we didn't just meet, I suppose things have escalated a bit past that. We met on Grindr (see post about Grindr for why that's horrifying) and against all expectations we met up the next day and didn't have sex with one another on sight. We spend the day together. We didn't kiss or hug. We just spent two and a half hours in one another's company, talking. And it was great. It was REALLY great. We got along really well, and when it was time for us to part I didn't want to. So we made arrangements to meet the next day, after I had gone to the university for my first day of O Week.
We'll leave that there for a moment while I talk about O Week. O Week is an absolute fucking farce. A whole bunch of terrified first years pretending that they're not terrified. All it takes is ONE person to have the confidence to strike up a conversation with the person next to them and BAM, you have a friend. I've made a few friends. I may even see some of them again. Fingers crossed.
So I signed up for some clubs and went to a Socialist Alternative lecture (that'll have to be a completely seperate post, still thinking about that) and made some friends and then I went home and the boy came with me and we had sex. I didn't think we would have sex, because I wanted to have self-control because I felt like a relationship could happen if I didn't let this turn into just sex. But we couldn't help ourselves and we had sex anyway. And it's a relationship anyway.
I'm not single anymore and I'm content to be monogamous. I don't know exactly how to feel. Let's just leave it there.