Oh please, please, please say you wiped your dick on his drapes.....(hoping somebody gets this reference)
Seriously, you had fun. You're an adult. You're allowed. And you don't know where this might go. You could see each other again, and that's good. And if not, you took a fun "test drive" and learned something about what you're looking for and what you're not looking for. That's all good. Really, it is.
So, without sounding like a redneck who took his boy to the city to get Belle to "make him a man", congratulations. It's not a badge, but it doesn't have to be a scarlet letter, either. Now you know how powerful testosterone can be.
Now, if I was writing to "him"...well, that's aonther story, so if you do see him again, could you please pass this on:
"LISTEN UP, BUCKO! What are your intentions here? Huh, because nyc2010 is OUR guy, and you better not fuck with him unless you mean it. Oh, and don't go thinking you can wake him up early, and woo him with a cheap-ass McDonald's salad, cuz that's not his style. Let him sleep in - or else! Oh, and when you talk about this with your buds - the first thing out of your mouth better be "So hot, So cute, Such a heartbreaker!" So, cough it up and look him in the eye and smile next time you see him, or ELSE!"