Dear diary, I would like a pony, and a new bike, and a MILLION DOLLARS

I had a horrible night of sleep. I had night terrors all night which alone Im totally ok with because then I just go "Ok...round 2." and go back to sleep. When you live with someone....who has PTSD from being in the military you wake up and go "Holy crap I hope I didnt scream myself awake....please dont bust in, please dont bust in.... it was hot in here and Im not wearing a top and we just dont need that kind of awkward *cringe*..........................*sigh* ok cool. Now to try and go back to sleep."
When my alarm went off I rolled over and went to pull up my normal sites that I read to keep my ass awake. I didnt minimize a dating site.
I got a message from my work crush in response to a smart ass comment I made a little over a week ago to get him to stop popping up as a top match on the damn thing.
Over a week ago! And yep, after some back and forth, I deduced that hes down for sex.
Why is there suddenly a response?
Does my blog grant wishes?

Lets test this:
Dear Blog,
I would like to have more time to spend with Lea, my own apartment ASAP, peanut M&Ms on my desk tomorrow morning, flowers for no god damn reason (because who doesnt want flowers for no god damn reason) and more money. Also a car but I guess I can just get that if you grant the money wish.

*squinting/crossing fingers/looking around*

Its probably an overnight thing.

Enter the next level of "Well, now what?"
Ok we have established there is a physical attraction. Great. We have established that we both have poker faces about it.... but lets face it, I think I won the game today I pulled off "Well, fuck me." while looking him dead in the eyes in front of everyone and got away with it because everyone knows I swear like a sailor.
Im actually not sure if I even want to have the sex. What if its not as good as flirting?