Guys...

I dreamed about Evan last night.  Wow.  That dream was enough to make anyone fall in love with anybody, just about.  Okay, well, obviously not, since I'm not in love with Evan.  But for an hour or so I sure was.
He drove me back to the college last night, from a mutual friend's house.  He asked me to get some good sleep.  I don't know why, but every time it seems like somebody honestly cares about me - especially somebody who barely knows me, like him - I start feeling weird.  Happy in a way, and very sad in another.
Tyler, a guy I met last weekend at swing dancing, sent me a Facebook message exclaiming over the fact that I wasn't there last night.  He's a flirt.  And I have fun flirting with him, but I know his type.  He's like Gavin.  The moment I show too much interest, he'll drop me.  And somehow (and very convenient this is), this makes me considerably less attracted to him.  But I will admit that he is fun to talk to.  I enjoy mental sparring just as much physical sparring.