Awww!
I owe you an update about the boy. And don't worry Angel, there are other details that I'll save to tell you when we get a chance to get together. :)
We've been talking. We're getting to know each other. He's smart. He's got a good head on his shoulders. He's kind of an asshole, but it's not malicious. It's just his sense of humor. He makes me laugh.
Last weekend I posted that status message about wanting a glass of wine, a blanket, and a cute boy to cuddle up and watch a movie with. (I had to delete that status later because someone got offended at the direction the comments went and it got very rain-on-the-parade quickly. Ugh, nosey people! - ANYWAY) I really didn't have anyone in mind but I heard from him pretty much immediately saying, "I don't have wine, but I have a blanket and I'm a cute boy." To which I had to tell him that yes, indeed, he is a cute boy. We are quite flirty with each other.
Monday I woke up to a "good morning" text. He woke up thinking about me. Cue: AWWWW! It was so nice, and I told him so. That makes the whole situation all the more bittersweet.
He invited me to a party at his house this week and I didn't go. I very seriously considered it. Like, I could go early and get some time with him before everyone shows up. But as the trend seems to be this month...timing was so off. I was working late. When I thought about it I knew that I'd be intruding on his very limited time with his friends. People that he knows much better than me, and if I were one of them, I wouldn't appreciate that at all. I invited him to meet up with our "cheap date night" group next week, but I'm not sure that he'll come. Maybe he'll surprise me, but I'm not holding my breath. Our invitations to each other are basically the same. Kind of, "Hey, come hang out with me with my friends!" but the difference is, I'll see my friends again soon and he won't. His time in Kansas is ticking away really fast. The great opportunity that he jumped on is waiting for him. We've talked about that, by the way. He's not handling the idea of moving very well. It's happening very fast. But he's not backing down. Doing something you're afraid of doing. Maybe it's brave? I don't know exactly what it is, but it's an attractive quality.
Ugh. I don't want to know that he's smart, and funny. I don't want to know that he looks good with or without a hat on. Most of all I don't want to know that this guy seems to dig me a little bit in return. Bottom line is: I don't want to have a crush on this guy. Who am I kidding? I do have a crush on him. And I'm bummed that he's already as good as gone.
We've been talking. We're getting to know each other. He's smart. He's got a good head on his shoulders. He's kind of an asshole, but it's not malicious. It's just his sense of humor. He makes me laugh.
Last weekend I posted that status message about wanting a glass of wine, a blanket, and a cute boy to cuddle up and watch a movie with. (I had to delete that status later because someone got offended at the direction the comments went and it got very rain-on-the-parade quickly. Ugh, nosey people! - ANYWAY) I really didn't have anyone in mind but I heard from him pretty much immediately saying, "I don't have wine, but I have a blanket and I'm a cute boy." To which I had to tell him that yes, indeed, he is a cute boy. We are quite flirty with each other.
Monday I woke up to a "good morning" text. He woke up thinking about me. Cue: AWWWW! It was so nice, and I told him so. That makes the whole situation all the more bittersweet.
He invited me to a party at his house this week and I didn't go. I very seriously considered it. Like, I could go early and get some time with him before everyone shows up. But as the trend seems to be this month...timing was so off. I was working late. When I thought about it I knew that I'd be intruding on his very limited time with his friends. People that he knows much better than me, and if I were one of them, I wouldn't appreciate that at all. I invited him to meet up with our "cheap date night" group next week, but I'm not sure that he'll come. Maybe he'll surprise me, but I'm not holding my breath. Our invitations to each other are basically the same. Kind of, "Hey, come hang out with me with my friends!" but the difference is, I'll see my friends again soon and he won't. His time in Kansas is ticking away really fast. The great opportunity that he jumped on is waiting for him. We've talked about that, by the way. He's not handling the idea of moving very well. It's happening very fast. But he's not backing down. Doing something you're afraid of doing. Maybe it's brave? I don't know exactly what it is, but it's an attractive quality.
Ugh. I don't want to know that he's smart, and funny. I don't want to know that he looks good with or without a hat on. Most of all I don't want to know that this guy seems to dig me a little bit in return. Bottom line is: I don't want to have a crush on this guy. Who am I kidding? I do have a crush on him. And I'm bummed that he's already as good as gone.