Thinking of Me

So I ask a girl if she would like to get dinner on Wednesday. She says yes. All good.

Wednesday morning I get a message asking if we can switch it to lunch instead, because she has some things she needs to get done and a meeting that night. I'm a nice guy, so I say sure. We meet up for lunch, and it goes pretty well. Honestly, it probably was actually stunted first date conversation in my recent history. But the girl was interesting and cute, so I can deal with some slight awkwardness.

Wednesday afternoon I get an e-mail from her saying her meeting was cancelled and that something she had been working on just got the green light, so she wanted to celebrate with some drinks and wanted to do so with me. As I now had no plans for the night, had to work a little late anyways, I said yes against common sense.

We remeet up for drinks at a bar near her place. We have some drinks and conversation. Then I walk her home. She asks me up for hot chocolate, and I give her credit for remembering how much I hate coffee. So I go up. Her male roommate is in bed, with his door open, which directly faces the entrance way. Then I find out her cousin is crashing on her couch. Regardless, she makes us some hot chocolate and head into her room. We make out for a bit and whatnot.

Today, I get this e-mail:
"The skin on my chin is raw from kissing you. I wanted you to know that the patch of painful skin on my face makes me think of you, and in some strange way, very happy."

She might be crazy. Therefore, I will be getting one of two things:
1) Hot crazy girl sex (face it, crazy girls are better at sex), or
2) A restraining order.

Either way, I win