So I didn’t do the breakfast thing. It was probably those 4 cupcakes that made me shy away from it. I was just not interested in food this morning.
I got an early start on work. Finished a project. Started another. Finished that. Walked both to the post office. Purchased shorts that actually sort of fit/look good. (The ones I had were far too big and looked stupid and I was tired of wearing them, but my legs REALLY need some sun…and while these are still a little big, the rise is good and the length is perfect and I can always take them in at the waist a little if need be.) Purchased hair dye (which I actually ended up not even using…I had half a bottle at home already).
As soon as I got home I went to the basement and took pictures of one of my projects to be sold in my online store. While down there I heard my Facebook IM noise go off multiple times from upstairs. I knew it was either A) An ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend that I talk to on a very regular basis or B) G.
As it turns out, it was both.
G demanded to take me out to dinner tomorrow before the event and asked me what time he ought to come pick me up. I enjoyed that the dinner part was not a question, but a statement. “I am taking you out to dinner.” He’s gaining confidence. I like that. Confidence is exceedingly sexy.
We decided that 4:45 would be a good pick-up time. The restaurant is a surprise.
Now I start officially freaking out.
I kind of sort of had a plan as to when I wanted to tell him my feelings…but this throws a slight wrench into that. Don’t get me wrong, more time with him is wonderful and I want it more than anything. I just need to figure all of this out before tomorrow.
PB&J and about 1/3 cup cottage cheese
I somehow did okay with this part.
This was just potatoes, broccoli, artichoke hearts and black beans sauteed with a bit of butter, S&P, and mixed with peach salsa and sour cream. I topped it with a bit of feta. I don’t know what you would call it, except really really good. Haha! SO much food, I didn’t end up eating all of it. So today was sort of Meatless Tuesday. I like that!
I re-dyed my hair so I look pretty. It always takes hours for me to dye my hair as I have to bleach my roots first, then dye it, and I always leave the dye in for at least an hour…if not an hour and a half. The process is just incredibly complicated and time-consuming…it’s no wonder I tend to neglect it for long periods of time. But man does it look stunning right after I do it.
I have a dress and shoes all picked out. My dress has one of those amazing plunging necklines which I can get away with easily as I have no boobs. I will be re-painting my nails a bright glittery red. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to look as beautiful as possible for him.
I am excited. I am nervous. But….I’m starting to have a little more confidence that everything will be alright. It’s a weird feeling…not quite calm, but not completely panicked ether. The more I think about things he’s said and done the more convinced I am that he is in love with me as well. Things will be fine.
He is no longer a number. Instead of “PFH#3” I now hope he will simply be “PFH”.
Exercise: 5 mile walk