Sprung At Last

Somewhere in between date #1 and date #2 – it’s kind of a blur – we have an IM exchange about who’s chasing who. Because, Date #3 says, it’s really great to have me chasing him.

Excuse me, what? I say. I’m not sure chasing is the word I’d use.

He says, Would it be so bad if you chased me?

No, I think, but it is bad if I do it in your mind.

I try to talk a bit and explain how it is but it’s almost impossible to get a word in edgewise. Every time I say something he keeps replying, sounding like he knows everything, like a pop psychology book.

He fills every available space with words.

I finally tell him to be quiet and let me finish.

He does, but as soon as I finish that one thought, the space is completely full again.

 

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We have conversations after the date, of course. Lots of them. There’s already another date planned but we fill up every spare moment until then with emails, IMs, phone calls. He sends so many texts that I’m thinking maybe I should have picked the unlimited text plan.

He’s making all kinds of future plans for us. He asks if I want to go on a trip to Mexico, and I say sure, I was in Cozumel once and I’ve always wanted to go back there.

He sends me links to Cabo, where he wants to go on vacation. I don’t really want to go to Cabo, but heck, if he’s buying, I might go. Certainly it’s not in my budget this year.

He’s got a pile of Groupons for things like a class on how to take a wine bottle, squish it, and turn it into a cheese board. And another one for an introductory canning class. There’s a beermaking class too but I don’t really like beer so we decide to skip that. One day, Groupon offers a deal on  a local trampoline place. He buys it for us to take our kids to.

We’ve got a lot of plans.