So…
A few weeks ago, while visiting my family back in the Midwest, I went on a date with a guy who blew me away. Unfortunately my lack of impeccable timing—i.e. going on a date with him the night before I left to come back to California—forced me to try to not think too much into it. Sure, I had fun.
But I couldn’t just forget about the 2500 mile span between us… could I?
That was almost two months ago. He’s had a bit of a tough road in those two months—his dad passed away. I couldn’t bring up the nerve to call him for fear of not knowing what to say. I sent a card to wish him my condolences. Didn’t hear anything… until about a week ago…and again last night. I admit, at first I thought he was confusing me with someone else in his phone…that is, until he said I should get on a plane and come back. Now, I really like this guy.
I know what you’re thinking… Sandy’s crazy. She’s been on one date with this guy and knows little more than the fact that he’s a high school history teacher, the youngest of four and he likes strawberry shakes. And that last one doesn’t count because honestly, who doesn’t like a strawberry shake?
Two months. And I’ve hardly “known� him more than a few hours. I’ve had hangovers that lasted longer than my getting to know him time. But I can’t stop thinking about him. That counts for something, right?
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