One Late-night Encounter

I can't believe that here I am, sitting in the middle of nowhere, playing sober sister for my house. There's pretty much no one home, so I've been on my laptop slash watching re-runs of Judge Judy on the TiVo and just waiting for the 2 am point to roll around. I'm heading back to the city tomorrow morning and I'm psyched! Even though, none of my friends are going to be home. Here's the sitch:
-The best friend is still up in Montreal. Sigh.
-Twin is working this weekend (other than tonight... Damn). She's a waitress at a popular topless bar in Boston and makes bank. Now that I think about it, maybe I'll pick up a shift or two, when I graduate. ;)
-Natalie is heading down to Florida. That's super-disappointing, since she was in Georgia (or, North Carolina, maybe?) over the last long weekend.
-Rachel is doing crafty things all weekend. She's wicked creative and has started to make money from said crafty activities. But, that means that she's often busy over the weekend, doing shows or whatever those lovely, crafty people do.
-Ami is in Australia!!! I'm so jealous. But, her job is def difficult and requires a significant amount of extra hours, so she deserves it. :)
-Harvard is heading up, with his friends, to Maine; S.G. is down in Tampa at the ALCS (I cannot even express the amount of jealousy that I'm feeling, right now); the musician is still in upstate New York.
Basically, my life sucks. I was reaching out to secondary and to tertiary friend circles, hoping that I could make plans, but no luck, as of yet. I guess that I'll just have to be spontaneous, except that I'm not good at spontaneous... Hmm. Spontaneity generally equals sitting at home, by myself, on a Saturday night. Boo.

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Last night, I was totally not up for going out. While I do love a good Thirsty Thursday, I was beat: I had stayed up for most of the night, writing a paper for a class on violence (I cannot even express how much I hate that class! But, for another time). So, needless to say, I wasn't up for drinking or whatever. Rather, I hung out with a couple of my favorite sisters, Melanie and Erica. Love them!
When I headed back downstairs, from their room, the following text-message convo ensued, with none other than the freshman:
The Freshman (7:52:27 PM): What's up tonight
Colli (10:55:27 PM): Sorry, kid. I totally flaked on getting back to you... Hope that you found plans.
The Freshman (10:56:09 PM): U suck lol
Colli (10:58:48 PM): Hey, whatev. I was having a lingeried pillow fight with some of my sisters and totally missed your text. You know, another normal night at [sorority name].
The Freshman (11:00:07 PM): Ahh u no that's my fantasy lol
Colli (11:03:43): What can I say? You should come to my house more often.
The Freshman (11:04:22 PM): U never invite me...
Colli (11:06:36 PM): Hey, you have an open invite to my house; I DO have a single.
The Freshman (11:08:06 PM): All u have 2 say is come on over, im not gonna jus show up...
Colli (11:10:06 PM): Good to know.
The Freshman (11:20:34 PM): So what u doin tonight???
The Freshman (11:24:32 PM): I mean there still a bus running to [sorority name]
Colli (11:25:56 PM): Nice try, kid. But, I was up all night writing a research paper and, thus, need to sleep some time tonight. Def raincheck, though.
The Freshman (11:27:25 PM): Too bad ; )
The Freshman (1:42:07 AM): U still up???

Needless to say, I was not awake at nearly 2 am; rather, I was dead to the world. I quite nearly experienced by first booty call... I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, I definitely like to hook up! But, I much rather prefer to center said hooking-up around something... A movie, a party, buying me a drink at the bar. Whatev. I just don't like the thought of someone, who's not my boyfriend, coming over just for the premise of sex. My.

Back to Boston tomorrow! Wish me love. <3