I've written two posts since For The Record. If you're wondering where they are, I haven't posted them. Mainly, they have been my crazy musings, my neuroses that I can't even admit to having. It's the running dialogue that races through my mind and once I figure it out, I'll share. That might take a while.
The bottom line is this: I don't know how to date. I'm dealing with someone an hour away, so a mid-week "let's grab dinner" becomes a challenge. And weekends are looking less like dates and more like trial living arrangements. That might be an exaggeration. I'll let you decide. This weekend logged a little over 36 hours together. And Sunday night we still talked on the phone for another hour. It might have been two. That is NOT dating in it's usual terms. Not that I am unhappy with spending 36 hours with him. We never run out of things to talk about. We make each other laugh. I really enjoy spending time with him. Who wouldn't want someone around calling you baby doll and shoveling snow? For now, I'm just going to relax. Take things as they come. I'm not going to freak out. Although I am very tempted.
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