My Midwest Adventure

I am back, and I am happy. Not what you think, guys. I'm not really happy to be back but rather to have even gone in the first place. All my fears are quelled (well, not all) and I'm so happy with the way things turned out!

At first, I admit, I wasn't sure if the spark was there. I mean, it had been almost a month since I had first seen him and talking on the phone and emailing doesn't exactly cut it when it comes to first getting to know someone, at least not the chemistry aspect of it all. But, soon, it came back in full force.

The midwest was COLD! This tropical bird was out of her element for the first night. I'm talking 9 degrees here. I suffered but it was worth it. The next few nights were in the 20s and 30s which I can definitely handle and I actually look forward to.

What can I say? He's so put together, unlike some other boys I've tried things out with. He's almost so put together that it makes me wonder if he'll figure out how messy and out of sorts I can sometimes be and run away in a state of complete horror. His life seems to be in order and really stable. What girl can resist stability? Let's get back.

The town was great. It reminded me of my old college town with its charming local joints and altogether friendly nature. I long for that peace sometimes and then I wonder if my own adventurous, restless nature will long to break out of the calm and I'll become dissatisfied. Okay, this is a topic for another blog post.

His friends were right up my alley, too. Very open and friendly people with great personalities. I just had the most amazing time. I've made plans to visit again next month and he'll be heading south in March, hopefully.

What does this all mean? I don't know. What will come of this and is this one of my naive endeavors? Am I dreaming and hoping for the impossible here? Am I making more of this because I am so attracted to adventure and the unknown, so attracted to change? I can't answer these questions right now so I guess I'll keep rolling with this and see where it goes. The fun loving fool in me is telling me to go for it and you know I ALWAYS listen.

Flying Off Into The Sunset...Or Disaster

So in my usual foolish and devoid-of-any-logic ways, I'm flying to the midwest to see a boy. That doesn't sound so bad, does it? Well, it's a boy I met this past New Year's Eve (yes, only 22 days ago) who was visiting town.

He's only 2 years younger than I am (cradle robbing is one of my specialties) so that's not bad at all. Now, we did meet in a drunken stupor but he was interested enough to ask me out, in my own town, for the following day. After dinner and some ice cream we vowed to keep in touch and see each other again. Yeah right!

Well here we are 22 days later, many emails, text messages, and phone conversations later, and I'm leaving in 2 days. (I just noticed a lot of 2s in this post. Anyone with expert knowledge in the science of numbers and all that numerology stuff that is suddenly aware of a disastrous pattern here PLEASE LET ME KNOW) Getting back, this whole trip could be amazing fun or a disaster waiting to happen.

I mean, I have 3 nights and about 2 days and a half in a completely new place with kind of a completely new boy. He seems really nice but let's hope those end of the year sparks are still ready for ignition. If they're not I'll be a tropical bird in a frigid climate for a weekend. That does NOT sound like fun.

Wish me luck and I'll keep you posted...