This weekend could change some things in my life. Or not. Isn’t that most weekends though? I digress.
I met a guy online mid January. He and I live 800 miles away and normally I wouldn’t even give him the time of day because it would never work long distance. But I did. And he didn’t even have a picture on his profile. That’s another dealbreaker for me. But I still talked to him. And I’ve since received LOTS of picture. Oh hi, Sexy.
We talk/text/email all day every day. I like him. We’re different though. He’s blue collar (which explains the body. Rawr.) I’m white collar. He’s never had a buffalo burger and is perfectly happy having a bologne sandwich for dinner (bachelor.) And yet, we seem to have a lot in common too — but it’s the deeper things. We want the same things and have been through similar experiences in the past. We’ve learned similar lessons. And did I mention I like him??
SO. This weekend, he’s flying out here on Friday night and staying with me until Monday morning. Normally, I’d be terrified. But with him, I’m not. Weird? Yes. And interestingly enough, the fear I do have is more about if all goes well, then how would we make this work?? It’s almost like there’s very little doubt in my mind that this isn’t going to go well. He’s already said that he’d be willing to move here if it came to that. That’s convenient for me.
But really? Is this for reals???
