On another note . . .

I did have this awesome post to write about marriage and some recent things I've learned about myself and where I want my life to go, but instead I find myself obsessing about my date on Friday. With no concrete plans, except for me to call him when my plane lands, I fear he has changed his mind about the whole situation.

After texting me right after leaving my side at the club, then calling me an hour later, then texting me again on Sunday to make plans, I haven't heard much from him since. I texted him on Monday, but there's been no communication yesterday or today. This makes me a little paranoid and headed back into the territory of "I'm not good enough." Am I reading more into this than there really is?

I've decided to text him again when I get back to the hotel tonight, and if he wants to talk, great. I'm not going to call him first because I'm sure I'll babble like an idiot. Hopefully he doesn't see this as me being clingy and we can make definite plans for Friday.

One bonus (and I'm a terrible person for gloating), is that J is a little bit jealous (or a lot). I got a text yesterday saying, "so I hear you have a date. What's going on?"And this is after the whole new round of drama we've been going through the past month that I have kept off this blog to keep it light. Then today, on IM, he starts asking me all kinds of questions. "So tell me about your date. . .are you excited? . . .What does he look like? . . .Tall, short? . . .Fat, skinny? . . ."

He ends with "I guess I'm happy for you." What the hell, dude? You had your chance. And, an extra dose of gloat because he saw me at the meeting last week, and he's put on noticeable weight. He saw I had lost weight and complimented me; told me today about his plan for losing.

Not buying any of this. Here's hoping this weekend works out. I so don't need more drama in my life!


Update:
So I talked to Yacob, and we are definitely on for Friday!! He texted: "Come back soon" and that he has a cold "but don't worry I b better by Friday!" I told him if I were in town, I would bring him chicken noodle soup and he said that was sweet of me. Uh oh, I'm in trouble . . .