Why must I be such an attention whore?
I'm hanging out with The Roommate more and more, and it all seems perfectly normal. He doesn't come on to me, we don't talk about too much in particular - the conversation seems to flow around movies we're watching or music we like. Like we're friends. We act like friends. We do things that friends do.
But more than one person has said something to me. Has said, Hey, is he into you?
He doesn't act like it while we're hanging around our house eating cold pizza and doing nothing in particular. So then I just get paranoid and want to make sure I'm not doing anything untoward. I'm not up to no good. I have the best intentions. I do. I do.
But I'm aware. I wish I could stop thinking about it. Worrying that I'm accidentally sending some sort of signal when before I wouldn't have thought twice about sending him a weird link to something weird we talked about the other day. Now I feel weird.
It's getting weird.
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