I got back into town about an hour ago, following my weekend at Tim's. Without going into detail about the particulars of the last forty-eight hours, I can say that it met and exceeded all of my expectations. It was so nice to spend time with someone and not to want to be somewhere else. We had a very relaxed, intimate two days together. This morning he made me breakfast and we danced to Frank Sinatra in his living room. He gave me one of his sweaters to wear on the drive home, because the weather had turned cold. We're making plans to see one another again. He's invited me to be his "plus one" at the wedding of a friend in October. It's great, because we seem to be on the same wavelength in terms of expectations; we can clearly enjoy one another's company, but neither of us is in a place where we want to commit to a full-time relationship right now. I feel good about myself when I'm around him, and that's enough for me and the foreseeable future.
I am exhausted, though. The drive from here to Muncie is only about two and a half hours, but I really felt it today. I'm going to run a load of laundry and then settle in for the rest of the evening with
a book.
I hope everyone had a very happy Labor Day! Back to the grind tomorrow!