I want to spend all my time with him. I saw him tonight for only an hour. He came down because he brought burned CDs for T.. That was really very sweet of him. I want to see him now. I wish he’d brought his stuff to spend the night, but he didn’t. (good shoes = good car = no work wear)
How can I have such strong feelings for this guy I still really barely know? He’s a good man, but now, I’m at the stage where I’m trying to determine if I like him or the idea of him. Do I like the idea of a steady boyfriend more than I like CB himself? I don’t think so. I think if that was the case, I’d be tired of him by now. I just can’t get enough of him.
There’s so much to tell, but the weekend was so busy. I spent Friday night with CB, at my place. He had to work Saturday morning, though. That was fine, so did I. I think he slept all right, but I didn’t get much sleep. Saturday I went in to work, then I went to the dentist. I got out of there about an hour after I expected to, and beat it to the grocery store to buy the rest of the stuff I needed for Sunday. Then I spent the afternoon baking for T., and getting ready for Sunday night.
I went up to CB’s place Saturday night with a couple of movies, none of which we ended up watching because he was falling asleep, despite having had a nap earlier. Then we got up early because he went out quadding. I went home and went back to bed until noon. Then I baked bread, finished getting ready for the party, gave up on my hair and put it in a ponytail, and ran out to Zellers for some paper plates and such. Then back to Second Cup to meet with Pretty and T., and then back home. Sis showed up, and finally CB did, and the girls didn’t leave until about ten. CB didn’t leave until 11:30.
Tonight it was work, then rushing home to do the dishes that I didn’t do yesterday, and then CB was here. We went out for an hour and drove around in the good car in a nearby town, then he dropped me off and headed home. He has to work tomorrow, and so do I.
Tomorrow night I’m off to Pretty’s place because T. is doing photos. I want to go, I really, really do (if nothing else, I need to do my laundry!). But I really want to spend the night with CB, too. However, I’m trying to maintain some of my own independence and my own life, because with my luck, I’d cancel the plans with the girls and CB would end up working until 9:30. I’m not living my life for someone else anymore. I did that for ten years – on purpose or inadvertently.
Anyway, I have to get stuff packed up for tomorrow so I don’t have to come home after I get my hair done. Maybe I’ll zip home at lunch, though, and let Indy out for a bit.
Man, I’m tired. It was funny – I asked CB if I was gonna see him on Wednesday night or not, because we’re leaving for VA on Thursday. He said, “I don’t know. I hope so.” I nodded, and as I’m stroking his neck and he’s pulling into Tim’s, I said, “If it sways your decision at all, you’re not gettin’ any next week.” The smile on his face was priceless. I like him. A lot.