As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, whenever I am stressed to my limit, my left eye decides it's time for an aerobic workout.
**twitch, twitch... twitch, twitch... twitch, twitch**
I have a date.
Tonight. At exactly 5:10 p.m. at the General Mitchell Airport arrivals area. The man that will take me out to dinner and hold my hand and carry the movie popcorn is arriving on a jet plane.From Tennessee.
It's been over two months since calls from an 865 area code have been leaving my father in a cold sweat every time he gets a copy of my phone bill. It's time to give him a break.
And maybe launch him into stroke/heart attack territory.
Sorry dad.
For the next three days, Seth the Southern Charmer and I are going to experiment with what it's like to communicate without the help of a computer or telephone. In person. One on one.
You know, like most couples do.
While a lot rides on any first date (like whether or not either person wants a second date) this first date will be different. EVERYTHING will depend on how the next 72 hours go. Come Monday morning he'll either be deleted from my phonebook... or I'll be pricing flights to Florida for a Meet The Mom mini vacation.
Just like the Discovery Channel has Shark Week, I declare next week Seth Week. With a daily blow by blow of our first weekend together.
As a couple.
*Faints*
~~Sidenote: Yes I am bringing a chaperone to the airport with me to supervise our first encounter. And yes, my friends and I have set up an emergency phone tree and checkpoint system to ensure that if the FAA royally screws up and lets him board the plane with a power saw, that he will be unable to successfully cut me up into little bits. Wish me luck! :)
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