Blogging is not what I should be doing right now

I am doing something I don't normally do, which is blogging drunk. At 2:36 AM.

Here's the deal.

I went to a Halloween party tonight. After several hours of chatting and drinking and playing beer pong I found myself talking to some dude. He asked me if that was my natural hair color (I was wearing a wig). I said no and showed him what my real hair looks like. He said it was attractive.

I told him I majored in Philosophy as an undergrad. He asked me what my favorite "unanswered question" was, which led to a conversation about free will. Which somehow led to a conversation about the physics of time travel. I started realizing that, under his costume ("half man, half bear, half pig"), he was probably hot.

We kept talking about time travel. I asked questions. He answered them, and always followed with "I'm sorry, I'm an engineer, I don't need to go into this much detail," which, because I am a lover of nerds, I always followed with thoughts of "MAKE. OUT. WITH. ME. NOW."

I mean, HELLO. Any guy who will talk time travel and philosophy with me in the middle of a party is probably my soulmate.

Two of my friends were being cockblockers protective, and didn't want to leave without me because they wanted to make sure I would get home safely. I gave them the OK to go ahead, but they wouldn't have it. I got my coat, and made sure to tell my new friend I was leaving. He said he enjoyed meeting me and that our conversation was his favorite of the evening. I said our conversation was my favorite of pretty much any party I've been to (and meant it).

And then I left.

WHY DID THIS GUY NOT ASK FOR MY NUMBER AND WHY AM I INCAPABLE OF MAKING ANY SORT OF MOVE TO MAKE HIM ASK FOR MY NUMBER?

The fact that I have NO GAME WHATSOEVER NOT EVEN A TEENY TINY BIT isn't exactly new to me, but I sort of thought this one was in the bag. This guy does not appear to be on Facebook (yes, I checked, shut up I am a total internet stalker and I love it). Do I let this go? Do I ask the party host to put me in contact with him? Does this guy have a girlfriend that he didn't mention?

Crap. Damnit. Motherf'er.

It's bed time. Damnit.