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...