So I told you about the little dude from Facebook that I had a bit of crush on...he wanted to meet me then backed out due to something going on in his life and I was a relationship type of girl, not the sleep-with girl.
Well. I've been pretty much ignoring him. Occasionally he's said hello on MSN, drunk tagged me on Facebook (sexy & smart no less) but that's about it.
I realize he comes from another province, same one as my father as a matter of fact, due to his screen name, so I ask him when he's going away to visit his parents etc etc etc, usual conversational crapola. Flirty, fun, wiling away a bit of my boring afternoon.
Then he says that he's been thinking and we need to meet. Don't know what's changed but apparently something has. When he comes back from his parent's. Told me when he's leaving, told me when he's coming back, and can we meet.
Well. Ok? I mean, he was very very polite to me before, said it was nothing personal, but just something he had to deal with before he could consider anything approximating a relationship.
Figure I have nothing to lose.
One problem though. TD will of course encourage me in this. The combustible nature of our interaction. I can't be certain that I'll behave myself. Sigh. Week and a half or so to steel myself into behaving.
So this is my excitement for the day. Nothing major.
I just like the guy. How/why, I have no idea, but we get along. He's short. He's chubby, and I like 'em. I'm special, what can I tell you?
PS. Ian Millar rocks. I've been a big ole fan for years and I'm extremely happy for him and his first Olympic medal at age 61. Go dude.
Ok I need to go to bed now. Later all.