I was brave enough to ask my crush (let's call him Max) to dance last weekend when we graduated. We were both tipsy; he had bought me something to drink and I him as well. I really like him and he's absolutely my type so this was a big step for me. When we danced he told me that he wanted to ask me for prom but knew I already had a date (my guy best friend). I also told him that I wanted to ask him, so I was really glad that we were finally dancing together. We danced, laughed and talked and it was great. We were also holding hands (but not fingers crossed) and when I had to look out for my sister, he said he'd find me. I thought he wouldn't and also told him because 1. he was drunk and 2. probably glad that I left him finally. But I found my sister and he found me, introduced me to his brother and offered me his arm. My sister drove Max, me and another friend and his girlfriend home. This friend kept saying that Max wanted to sleep at my place and he should have fun in my town and Max said NOTHING against or for it, he just said nothing, kept being silent. They left the car before we drove Max home. When we got there, he said "We'll see each other again" and kissed my forehead before leaving. We've never talked much in school, but when we did we had fun and laughed and talked for a long time. I have his number for maybe 5 months and we were texting but he suddenly stopped answering in April, so I didn't text either because I didn't want to annoy him (because I definitely did, at least that's what I'm thinking). Now he texted me again and we kind of have a chat. I know he tends to forget stuff when he's drunk so I guess he doesn't remember most of this night. Max told me he'll be at the street festival in my town (we live in different cities) and I asked him if we could go together and he said "sure" but that was the night when we were dancing. I didn't want to fall in love again; I tried to forget him after the texting failure in April. I will leave my country in 2 months for a year while Max will join the Army for 13 years, but will be some weekends at home. I didn't want to get my heart crushed before I leave, but I had to take this opportunity; I was afraid that this would've been my last chance.
So, what is going on?
So, what is going on?
UPDATE : he doesn't even remember us talking about the festival. I asked him now what he remembers of the night... fingers crossed...
another update: he said he thought he'd remember everything... I asked him if he'd be down for a coffee and I'd tell him the rest... and he said yes! I'm seeing him tomorrow!