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Feb. 27th, 2001 03:00 amSo. The weekend.
I admit I was nervous about a whole host of things when I went up there. Worried that my concerns that I'd been obsessing over thanks to an extreme case of PMS and hormone-induced mood swings would lead to a huge fight (well, not the concerns themselves but my probably tactless way of bringing them up); worried to the point that I asked a friend if they had crash space for me, just in case. Worried that when W. and I actually spent more than 15 minutes together in the same physical space, the shyness would kick in and we'd just sit around and stare at each other with nothing to say.
Well, neither of those happened. =) I managed to stomp all over the planned surprise for that weekend; one of the comments that just sort of slipped out kind of forced his hand and the surprise didn't go quite as planned. Just like me to do something like that. *sigh* And the comment in question wasn't even intended to come out, it was one of those "shit, did I say that out LOUD?" things that happens occasionally. But either way, it was something I'd been hoping for for a long time now and had sort of given up thinking I might get. And it made me feel better than I think I could adequately express. Once I get my thoughts collected a bit more, I want to try to tell him just how good that made me feel.
And as for meeting up with W., well...it went really well I think. =) Lots of snuggling and disgustingness and all that good stuff. =) The shyness I expected to have to deal with never materialized, at least not for me. I instantly felt completely comfortable with him; I'm sure that's mostly due to the many many many many hours spent on AIM (staple of my lovelife that that program has become), but even so I expected a few minutes of awkward staring at each other. Nope.
I came home still grinning like an idiot, blissfully happy enough that even the hour-plus delay getting the hell out of Logan and being surrounded by cranky people whose flights had been cancelled didn't bother me.
And now I get to obsess about this weekend. It's essentially a first date with W., and I haven't had a "first date" in about a year and a half. I'm nervous as hell, even though I know that it's going to work out just fine. Habit, I guess. =)
While I was gone, it seems C. went and had dinner with his friend K., who I think he's interested in going out with at least casually. I think this is a Good Thing[tm] and I'm encouraging it. They've got a fair number of common interests, and I've met her and think she's pretty cool. Definitely no B. (Amy will get that reference, I'm sure. ;) ) I think that his idea of maybe seeing Z. on an occasional basis probably isn't going to work out from what he's told me. Which is kind of too bad, as this is another one I'd approve of, at least on a non-primary level. I'm starting to feel like D. and wanting to set my sweetie up with someone else I like. Heh. Luckily, we have no roommates for me to set him up with. ;)
I admit I was nervous about a whole host of things when I went up there. Worried that my concerns that I'd been obsessing over thanks to an extreme case of PMS and hormone-induced mood swings would lead to a huge fight (well, not the concerns themselves but my probably tactless way of bringing them up); worried to the point that I asked a friend if they had crash space for me, just in case. Worried that when W. and I actually spent more than 15 minutes together in the same physical space, the shyness would kick in and we'd just sit around and stare at each other with nothing to say.
Well, neither of those happened. =) I managed to stomp all over the planned surprise for that weekend; one of the comments that just sort of slipped out kind of forced his hand and the surprise didn't go quite as planned. Just like me to do something like that. *sigh* And the comment in question wasn't even intended to come out, it was one of those "shit, did I say that out LOUD?" things that happens occasionally. But either way, it was something I'd been hoping for for a long time now and had sort of given up thinking I might get. And it made me feel better than I think I could adequately express. Once I get my thoughts collected a bit more, I want to try to tell him just how good that made me feel.
And as for meeting up with W., well...it went really well I think. =) Lots of snuggling and disgustingness and all that good stuff. =) The shyness I expected to have to deal with never materialized, at least not for me. I instantly felt completely comfortable with him; I'm sure that's mostly due to the many many many many hours spent on AIM (staple of my lovelife that that program has become), but even so I expected a few minutes of awkward staring at each other. Nope.
I came home still grinning like an idiot, blissfully happy enough that even the hour-plus delay getting the hell out of Logan and being surrounded by cranky people whose flights had been cancelled didn't bother me.
And now I get to obsess about this weekend. It's essentially a first date with W., and I haven't had a "first date" in about a year and a half. I'm nervous as hell, even though I know that it's going to work out just fine. Habit, I guess. =)
While I was gone, it seems C. went and had dinner with his friend K., who I think he's interested in going out with at least casually. I think this is a Good Thing[tm] and I'm encouraging it. They've got a fair number of common interests, and I've met her and think she's pretty cool. Definitely no B. (Amy will get that reference, I'm sure. ;) ) I think that his idea of maybe seeing Z. on an occasional basis probably isn't going to work out from what he's told me. Which is kind of too bad, as this is another one I'd approve of, at least on a non-primary level. I'm starting to feel like D. and wanting to set my sweetie up with someone else I like. Heh. Luckily, we have no roommates for me to set him up with. ;)
