It really needs to rain - I'm talking torrential downpour - sometime before The Tenor goes away. He's promised me a cinema-worthy kiss in the rain, and though there may have been opportunity last night, it was viciously windy and I was in a white dress and no clothes to change into - not ideal. Sigh.
There's really not much to say, I just feel like if I'm going to actually do this blog, I should commit to writing at least semi-regularly. We had another movie date, this time complete with pints of ice cream for each of us, which we devoured in their entirety. We watched one of my favorite movies, a Disney classic, and an episode of my favorite old BBC show. The fact that he would choose those out of my stack made my heart smile.
Oh, by the way, The Marine is coming home this week. Since you haven't been introduced to him yet, let me give you a brief history.
I grew up with The Marine, went to the same church, the same grade school, etc, but we were never really friends. His older sister became one of my good friends and hiking partner about a year ago, and I ran into him again at her wedding about 7 months ago. He'd come to one of my concerts and we'd talked, then seeing him there, there was that little *spark,* you know? We were going to go on a date, but leave-time is precious and his family stole him and he left to go back across the ocean without ever calling. He made up for it in the frequency of his Skype calls for a while, and we were talking about seeing what would happen when he came home. According to his sister, he was quite legitimately interested, and I was quite the topic of conversation while he was home.
Then one day, out of the blue, he mentioned that I was merely one of ten girls he was interested in and talking to constantly, and that kind of shut things down. While I understand the situation, it was excessively blunt and poorly timed, so I was a little sore about it - not to mention the extreme time difference was difficult to keep up with even when I was motivated. So, apart from a few texts at odd hours, we didn't talk much for the last several months.
On Friday, as I was about to call it a night, my Skype rang, and sure enough it was him. Apparently, his time is over and he's on his way home, should be here by the end of the week. Surprise! He just wanted 'to call and catch up with me before he got home.' What could this mean? I find myself wondering if he is going to ask me out - and if he does, how will he respond to, "you have to wait until the summer's over, I have a...fling." Awkward....hmmm....
Your thoughts, oh fair few who may have stumbled onto this blog?
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