I went over to Shane’s apartment tonight. He picked me up at 9, and didn’t drop me back off until 1. Here’s what happened: we got there and sat on the couch and just talked for a while. We watched a little tv and talked some more. Then he started flirting with me a little, but nothing too serious. As the night went on, he stepped it up. He would grab my phone, and make sure to wrap his entire body around me so I couldn’t get free and had to put my phone down. And then he’d push me playfully, so I’d push him back and he could wrestle with me until he was completely on top of me. Our faces were inches apart, but he didn’t try to kiss me or anything. And at this point, it was already past 11 and I was fed up with the games, so when he turned his head back towards me, I kissed the hell out of him. So much so, that when I pulled away, he just stared at me. And when I asked why, he simply replied he was at a loss for words. For the next hour and a half or so, we alternated between hot make out sessions and cuddling, but mostly making out. He told me it was fantastic I could go from completely calm, to totally into it in less than 10 seconds and that I was perfect. Around 12:45, things started getting real intense, and I decided it was time to go before my decision making skills did. He walked me up all 3 floors to my apartment, kissed me goodnight, and thanked me for the “unexpectedly old evening.” And then he texted me as soon as he got back to his place to say goodnight again. So who knows? At least some of our sexual tension was resolved.