Bookstore Backpedaling

Friday night, Lilly, Matt and I drank some cheap sparkling wine and had a party in my living room.  During this little party, we ended up drunk chatting Bookstore Hottie, among others (Wikipedia got some wordplay, but we behaved).  Bookstore Hottie and I ended up chatting again tonight.  It seems I didn't make quite the gigantic fool of myself Friday night, and while intrigued, he doesn't want something "stringless."  Oh, and he also really liked the idea of oral, which I must have mentioned on Friday.  So, that particular man of potential isn't quite out of the running.