Tuesday, January 20, 2009


I kind of lost momentum. Well, WE kind of lost momentum. We were on a roll, going out every night since Sunday.

First we had that first date where everything went wrong, and we did everything backwards. Two Sundays ago, because we both could not bear the anticipation that two weeks of long distance phone calls and all-night chatting had generated, we decided to meet. We had both just gotten out of 4 hour-flights, had both just flown back in from out of state. We were both tired, stinky, and excited.

While on our first in-state phonecall that night, we Googled up my sister's house, and made a date for 30 minutes later... which turned into an hour... and a half later. I had just enough time to wash my face, brush my teeth and fix my hair. I was lucky I had so much time while waiting for him, He had to freshen up while talking to me on the phone.

Anyway, we had several hits and misses that first night. He kind of got lost coming over, and what should have been a 30-minute drive took almost 2 hours. I froze my butt off waiting outside the house so he doesn't miss it. We stayed on the phone the whole time so I could give him directions, which wasn't much help because I coudn't get my bearings. He had just pulled into a gas station to ask for directions when my phone died.

When I returned the phone inside the house, I accidentally locked the door behind me on my way back out. No, it was not intentional. I could hear the phone ringing inside and I felt helpless. If he didn't get the directions, and if he didn't find me, I would freeze to death.

But he did find me. It was so late by then the only place open was a Denny's. So we stayed there for several hours, talking. We weren't hungry so I had coffee, and he had OJ. He didn't drink coffee, do you believe that? He did say Denny's wasn't what he had in mind for our first date. So much for first impressions. After a while, we headed back to the house. But it was still too early to ring the bell so we sat in the car, freezing, until it was late enough to wake up my sister.

So it wasn't the perfect first date. We didn't mind. We both felt we had known each other all our lives that meeting each other face to face seemed like just a formality. He did bring me roses. And we had such a fun time. We laughed about that night. And he totally made up for it.

He took me out every night after that. We went to the movies 3 nights in a row. The plan was to see each other every night until I had to leave. That WAS the plan, until he got sick. We missed our only weekend together, and it has been 4 days now tha we haven't seen each other. So now we kind of lost momentum. And I can't help thinking that this is probably how it's going to feel like after I leave.

After a few days, all that excitement is probably just going to wear off. All those haphazard dates, I will probably start to forget. We will both get back into our routines: him at his job, me at my... uhm...

I wonder if I'm going to see him tonight.

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