so this guy is staying with me at the moment, partly because he has nowhere else to live and partly because i'm not meant to be left on my own for extended periods of time. we went to a gig together on sunday night and met up with two of his friends - one of them happened to be this guy i went out for coffee with a few months back, i really liked him, but never heard from him again. we had that whole "hey, how have you been doing?" catch up chat, and i remembered how much i did like him. he's messaged me a couple of times since then, small talk mainly.
i just came back to the flat tonight - and he was in my kitchen with the live-in guy. and i couldn't think of a single fucking thing to say. i just bumbled around making a cup of tea... and he asked if i wanted to come for a drink with the both of them, and i declined (partly because i can't drink at the moment, partly for no fucking reason at all). now they've gone out and i just feel so rubbish. he's the first guy i've liked in ages that is actually alright! damndamndamn.
what to do now?