Thanksgiving Dinner

I went to Thanksgiving dinner at Dot and Ian's place and there was so many people. I was expecting a few, but 40? 50? And a massive amount of food! Ate so much. I think, I also met every single foreigner in Suwon, or so it felt.
C. was also there, cute as ever. I tried really hard to keep my distance and by the end of the night he was coming over to me and chatting. It's hard to concentrate on anything else when speaking to him because all I can think is how darn cute he is. At one point he comes over and I said: "stop following me, it's embarrassing." Of course it was just a joke. Then I was sitting on the couch and he sat beside me, a girl whose name I can't remember sat on the other side of the couch and C. kept leaning right over me to talk to her/hear her. Little bugger knew exactly what he was doing. I could feel his heartbeat against his chest and it's no secret I think he's really hot...since I told him about 4 different times the first couple of nights I met him and let him kiss me. But I refuse to gush all over him anymore, that evening included. Just being friendly. It's so hard to be around him and not touch him. At one point, when we were at the pub earlier in the week, I had to leave the darts area and go sit at a table by myself because it was too much. I can't remember a time when I was so physically attracted to a man. It's a little brutal since I know full well he's "just not that into me." Made all the less into me because his best friend IS all that into me. And I'M not all that into his friend. It's all very, "Rules of attraction." Laura likes Paul, Paul likes Sean, Sean likes Laura. No one is happy. I think I just have to stay away from this situation for a while.
I went into the city last night and met up with Patrick for a few drinks and dinner. Excellent conversation, as usual. I'm pretty sure he's an INFJ, unfortunately, I'm just not physically attracted to him though I want to be. Why does romance have to be so damned difficult? One INFJ, I'm INSANE for and just wants to be the dreaded friends. The other is hot for me and me not so much. Grrr...
K. told me I grabbed and kissed him the other week when we were at dinner after the pub. I corrected him and told him that never happened. He argued with me, was insulted, thought I was too drunk and forgot but that night I was very sober and I never kiss and...forget. Finally, I convinced him of the truth. This is another reason I won't be going to the pub this week. Have to keep some distance between him and I as he is convinced he can get me to change my mind about sleeping with him, which isn't going to happen and I'm getting a little tired of telling him so.
I have three days off next week. What to do?
Ordered some stop smoking pills. Very ready to quit. Smoking far too much and I don't like it anymore. They should arrive next week and perhaps by my birthday I'll be smoke-free? Would be nice.