I did something impulsive today (shocking!). I booked a plane ticket to visit the new guy. Shockingly cheap if you are impuslive like me and decide to fly less than 24 hours before you leave...
I don't know what sparked my decision. Is it because I have Monday off? Is it because I can't bear just talking to him via IM or on the phone any more? Am I just horny? (sorry, Mom).
I don't know. I'm excited, beside myself, about seeing him. I have gone to sleep many nights just thinking about what this visit might be like. That is a good thing because it is a great thing to fall asleep thinking about. It is a bad thing because what if it doesn't live up to my vivid imagination? What if he picks his nose? Burps? Can't speak in complete sentences?
No, I don't think any of those things will happen. I think that actually the scarier thing is - what if I really, really like him? Then what?
In the words of Scarlett - I won't think about that just now, I'll think about that tomorrow.
Take care, dear readers, I'm jumping.
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