As usual, I have fifty million things to do today and only twenty-four hours to do them all. But I'm ignoring all that right now to remember last night.

I worked (as in to pay the bills, not studying) all day yesterday without a coffee or lunch break. There were just waves of people and a great deal of walking and talking. So, by the time I got off work at 4.45pm, I was exhausted. P rang me while I was doing 110km/hr on the freeway. I had programmed a distinctive tone for his number, so I knew it was him. I reached over to my bag, rummaged around for Vanessa, glanced at the display and pressed "No". I was on the freeway, I needed all my concentration on the road considering how low my blood sugar was. Besides, he probably rang to see if I was coming to the Swing Social at uni, I thought.

When I rang him back, he said, "Where are you?!! I need you to come and explain what all these strange food are at the Night Market!!"

I laughed in spite of my cranky self, "I just got home from work, I'm walking throught the door right now. I'll be there in an hour and a half. Just .. hang on till I get there!"

"Aww .. okay."

In the crush of people at the Night Market, with the smells of home food hanging in the air, I introduced P to some of the people I knew from youth group. Jo, the cheeky girl said in an aside, "So that's the guy you can't stop talking about."

We wandered around for a bit, with him going once in a while, "Oh, there's one of my students. Come and meet them."

"NO. That feels weird. I'm not meeting any more of your students," and I'd drag him away to try some Japanese jelly or have a look at the Loh Mai Kai in a rice pot. I felt unusually shy.

He met Denning. He asked to meet Denning. I'm not sure how I feel about that. "He seems alright," P said to me later. I'll wait awhile before I'll introduce Jason. Jason's a different kettle of fish altogether from Denning.

We went swing-dancing after the Night Market, but not with each other. I avoided him like the plague and went off to dance with other folks I didn't know. I had tremendous fun going up to unfamiliar guys and asking, "Would you like to dance?" So much so, my feet were hurting (and I was wearing flats!) and my top was damp, by the end of the night. I had an absolute ball of a time.

P said, "You got away with not dancing with me again!" Truth be told, he's too tall for me to be dancing comfortably with him, unless I was wearing heels. But one day, one day when we both feel confident enough with our steps, we may eventually dance with each other. I have a sneaking suspicion if we were to dance together now when we are still unsure of our steps, we'll frustrate each other enough to come to blows.

I had an excellent night, and I was pretty much dead by the end of it. P could barely get two coherent sentences out of me on the way home, so tired I was. The silence in the car was ... it was one of the few times I wasn't analysing anything, but instead just feeling the moment. I'm finally comfortable enough to not think anything about the silence.

I like this guy. I like him a lot.

I like his unconscious influence on me.