The One Where I am Wonderfully Tanned
Things are moving along; it’s time to introduce THE BOY. To be accurate, I shall be calling him THE current BOY with potential, heretofore known as TcBwp. I met him online. I know, I know, crazy and unsafe. I needed to start dating and I joined an online dating service. I met just as many weird, scary losers as I did nice, sane, sweet guys. I think that I have perfected the getting to know you via email phase to such a point I can spot the crazies within a single email exchange. That is why I am confident about TcBwp.
He and I exchanged entertaining emails for about a week and a half. He called me on a Monday several weeks ago, and with a few exceptions we speak every night. For Hours. I find myself telling him things I have kept from some of my best friends. He does the same. A recent conversation included prostitution (not mine), yeast infections (not his), and the possibility of living together. This is huge. Put my head between my knees and breath in deep huge. I am always on the edge of hyperventilating just from the idea that this guy really likes me. I am the girl who never believed in love at first site. Hell, I didn’t believe in love at living together for a year. What am I doing going to visit this guy? Oh god, oh god, oh god…
Wait, I didn’t really finish the story. So he calls me and we talk, and talk, and talk. It’s good. I like that we have no lies, not even little ones. I think it’s the best way to start a relationship. This has the potential to be the best relationship I’ve never had.
The thing is, and of course there’s a thing, he’s currently finishing a medical internship in Houston, Texas. I live in Boston, which is where he will be returning to at the end of next month. It’s just a long time to wait to meet and I am far too inpatient to wait that long. I am all about instant gratification. In one of our conversations he mentioned that he wished I could come visit him. I let that thought germinate for a few days and I asked him if he was serious. Upon confirmation that he indeed wanted to see me, I booked a flight. I leave Wednesday. Oh god, oh god, oh god…. someone get me a paper bag.
I know that he’s going to have to work on Thursday and be on call on Saturday, but I can deal with that. I have already made plans to go shopping and sit by the pool. I have every expectation to come back to Boston tanned and relaxed.
I think that it’s about time in my life that I take a leap of faith. Trust in others is good, right?