How prophetic I am

I sent my best friend a text informing her that he just bought my engagement ring. She responds with a text I sent her the morning after I met my Greek God. "Not to jump the gun, but I think I met my future husband last night."

I think I was on to something. We're going to DC next weekend, my first trip there, so that should be a blast. And create the perfect opportunity for him to get that ring on my finger. :)

He's so adorably shy, I'm really curious to see how he'll do it. I gotta say, the anticipation is killing me. I think I've looked at my virtual ring at least fifty times today. However, I did manage to stop myself from just putting it as my wallpaper.

Chronic Dissatisfaction

I wanted to wait a bit to post about the Greek God. I didn't want to curse things. I wanted to see if I could hang on to that euphoric feeling of falling. Unfortunately, those feelings didn't last long for reasons I can't quite pinpoint.

We ended up spending the whole weekend last weekend together. It was wonderful. And very PG. He comes from a very religious family and wanted to wait, which was fine by me. We both jumped in feet first, both proclaiming we hadn't felt anything quite like this. This perfect. I didn't want to leave. He didn't want me to leave. It was a great feeling.

You see, two weeks before I had sat down and wrote out a list of everything I wanted. Core values, and the things that were just wants, not musts. When I got home, I go through the list, realizing he meets every single one. I'm thinking I must have conjured this man up.

We talked throughout the week. Everything seems great, but I can feel the darkness creeping in. Nagging doubts that I can't kick. I don't even know what about. I'm just easily annoyed.

Then this weekend it's the same thing. He is as sweet as can be. Everyone in his life knows about me. He's absolutely crazy about me. I want to be crazy about him. I really do.

Part of the problem might be the sweetheart. He and the girl he was seeing have split up. Now it's nagging at me. I know the Greek God is better for me, on paper, but I just keep wondering what if.

So now I'm terrified I'm going to break this guy's heart. I have no idea what I want. I want a guy that's crazy about me, but doesn't act that way?

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Big Weekend Ahead

The greek god has invited me out tomorrow night, so we are going to a movie and a drink. This could set the stage for a sleep over, since I'll be five minutes from his place, and we have plans on Saturday.

I will be on good behavior.

I will be on good behavior.

I will be on good behavior.

Now pondering whether it will look bad if I a have makeup bag, contact solution, and toothbrush in my car.

:-P

The Big Green Monster

So, the backup plan invites me to eat Mexican with him and his friend after a particularly grueling workout. Of course, I'm all in. He's been jokingly telling me I can take the friend on the cruise with me. So, the friend and I tease each other about that as we're working out.

We go to the mexican restaurant, sit down, and the back up plan proceeds to talk farm talk with the friend and pretty much ignore me. The friend keeps trying to converse with me, and the backup plan, immediately upon my answering any question asks him something about farming. I couldn't quite figure it out, and then it hit me what he was doing. He actually did not want me talking to the friend. He was jealous. And he was trying to puff out his chest by exhibiting how much more knowledgeable he was about farming than his friend.

I got the perfect opportunity to add some fuel to the fire when the friend asks me if I have plans this weekend. I tell him about the big game, which then lends me the opportunity to talk about the greek god. (I wouldn't have brought it up, but the big green monster asked who I was going with.) Somehow, we get on the subject of the guy's appearance (along with his intent "to just get in my pants") so I have to produce a picture. Which I do. This leads to the friend informing the backup plan that he doesn't stand a chance because this man looks like a greek god. Add to that the fact that we have the best "how we met" story he's ever heard. Not a chance. So, the sweetheart makes sure I am aware he's going to visit his new girlfriend tonight.

I think I am finally coming to my senses about him. I've realized something, and that is that if I asked him to come over for the night, he would. Despite the fact that he has this girlfriend. That makes him not good enough, in my book, because I would always wonder if he was doing the same to me.

Another Fabulous First Date

I believe I met the male version of myself. Actually, I believe he was worse. The guy actually asked me for the second date while we were on the first date. When I said "sure" he clarified that this was the point where I needed to be completely honest. Yes or No. Because a lot of girls will just say "sure" when they really have no intentions of doing it. I said, "well, then, yes, when I have time."

It was one of those excruciating experiences where you really just want to get up and leave. I was actually told in the course of this veritable tooth pulling that I am "reserved and quiet." Hah. No, I'm just scoping out the nearest exit and trying to find a graceful way to hastily make it to it.

And to think, one year ago I was proclaiming how excited I was to be re-entering the dating world. Ah, the naivete of youth.

The Workout

So, I'm at the gym, working out when he (the one formally known as the sweetheart) walks in, and another chick walks in with him. I'm thinking they are together, so I go out of my way to do way more reps of every workout than my body would normally think it can tolerate.

When I'm done pushing every muscle to absolute exhaustion, I decide to go get my regular clothes back out of the car so I can walk across the gym in my oh-so-cute pencil skirt, tight little sweater and pumps combo and make sure he notices that I look ten times better than she does.

He asks me if I'm going back to work some more. I inform him, no, I'm going for drinks.

And I leave it at that little lie, cruising through the subway drive-thru on the way home and polishing off my buffalo chicken flatbread in my cute little pencil skirt, sweater, and pumps. :-P