There's Always a Girl

So there's this girl. There's always a girl, but, there's this girl. She's the stage manager for the play I'm currently in and she is utterly beautiful. She is very nice and this is a problem because I can never tell if she is being particularly nice because she is interested in me or if that is how she treats everyone. That's the trick with girls in general since just because they are nice to you doesn't mean they want you on top of them. Also, she seems to be concerned about my happiness, but I don't know if she is treating me this way as a friend or because she wants to truly be there for me. All I want is to hold this girl and to be there for her and to hear about her life and care for her and kiss her neck. But, every time I send her a rambling four sentence text message, informed by feeling, all I get in response is a short, quippy six-word sentence. She seems to think I'm alright as a person, but her being attracted to me is another thing entirely. First of all, she is gorgeous so she could have anyone so why would she choose me? Second of all, I think it is wholly unlikely that I'm interesting enough to her to keep her focus. This upcoming Saturday we have rehearsal until around 11 o'clock p.m. and then don't have any rehearsal on Sunday. This is the first truly free day we've had in weeks, so I proposed that some of us get together after rehearsal on Saturday and go get drunk in someone's home. She was the first person I invited and she seems really excited, but it remains to be seen if I actually have anything to do with that excitement or if I'm merely adjacent to her happiness. What happens at this party on Saturday has my mind reeling. I hope I don't go home sad.

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Essentially nothing happened that Saturday. She made it clear that she wanted to at least be friends. Everything changed last night. I went over to her place after our show because she thought I was mad at her and she wanted to clear the air. She thought I was mad at her because I told her I had something on my mind several days ago and I eventually said that it wasn't worth talking about anymore because of how she was acting the day before. The thing that was on my mind was how outrageously attracted to her I am. Anyway, I end up telling her, she is unbelievably taken aback, she sits in near silence for the longest time, which is driving me crazy and eventually she moves over to the couch that I'm sitting on. I can't help myself but flatter her again and again. It gets to the point where I'm just looking at her and smiling and she keeps asking me what is on my mind and the only thing on my mind is looking at her. I do it again, she asks me again, I say the only thing I can think about is kissing you. Two minutes later, we're making out on her couch. Ten minutes later she is laying on top of me. Twenty minutes later she is completely naked in her bed, making all kinds of beautiful noises and, suffice it to say, she was quite pleased. We spent the night with each other. I went home in the morning in the same clothes and smelling of her and now I have to perform in the show she is stage managing and act like everything is normal; like she means next to nothing to me and all I want to do is ravage her over a table in the dressing room. What happens now is up to chaos, really.