Let's just say I got myself into some deep water and I'm not sure I can really swim with the local dolphins.
A friend recently set me up with someone. He lives far away so up until recently, I haven't really been too invested- we were initially emailing back and forth for months ( a few emails a week) and then one day it just clicked and we began talking constantly. We talk all day everyday. I wake up to a text every morning that says something along the lines of "Good morning Gorgeous", and I go to bed every night sending a text saying, "Sleep tight babe". Long story short- I'm flying out next weekend to hang out with this guy in Chicago.
I am Jack's ball of mixed emotion.
I am excited. I am nervous. I am happy and then terrified. I get in Thursday and leave Monday. That's in one week from now. So close and yet still so far away.
That is a long time to be alone with a guy I have never been alone with before. What if I get there and decide- um...no. That has happened before! How fun will that be- to explain that he needs to sleep on the couch because i don't want him in the same room as me (for your info, I would sleep on the couch since it's his house, just sayin...). What if I get there and we have a blast and I don't want to leave? That has happened before too (I'll leave anyway, I'm not THAT crazy).
All day long he has been sending me little teasing texts about next weekend and suddenly, I don't know how (um...because i'm the most competitive girl alive?) it turned into a game of "who is going to torture who the most". Ahhh...great. The tickling/sexual frustration games. I forgot about those, seeing as I haven't dated anyone in like... A YEAR.
I hate dating long distance. It's the worst. You spend most of your life waiting for a little weekend here or there to spend nonstop with someone for 72 hours and then they leave again and you go back to waiting. It sucks and I swore it off for good the last time I did it. And then here I am, starting all over with this again...
Have I mentioned that I take my GRE tomorrow? Guess who is supposed to be studying but is so burned out and hopeless that she is actually writing on her long forgotten blog. Yeah, that'd be me- again.
Please pray for me...that I'll survive tomorrow, and next weekend.