Jonny

Jonny. Johnny? I dunno. He was very, very fit. I got introduced to him in Fats by Carolin, who I don't really know. Anyway. Me, being me, couldn't figure out the whole flirting thing, and I was nervous and stuttering and all that. He bought me a drink, and asked for my number, then I bought him a drink, and got his number. He wanted me to go to Concrete with him but I said that I probably wouldn't get in. The thing is, I am not adept at being in any sort of nightclub. Dancing is not my thing. Should I text him or what? Wait for him to text me? I mean, it's like. I'm bloody terrible at this whole thing.
I have no idea what to do. I really like him. I get the impression that he liked me too, but aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Get it?

Is what I wrote last night before I got into bed, and before Jonny called me asking where I was. I then got out of bed, got dressed, and walked back down into town, where I met Chris, talked to him for a bit, then gave Jonny my leather jacket to wear, because he was cold. Things went on from there, and I've pretty much had a one-night stand with him, ending up on the couch at his house. I left at about half 6, because I could hear his parents getting up, and I didn't want any awkwardness. ... He's 20 next week.
It took about 50 minutes to walk home.