It’s been an interesting summer.
We met in a very strange way and at first I wanted nothing to do with him. I thought the whole thing was weird and he was weird. I ignored as many of his phone calls as possible before I began to feel guilty and would then call him back. Conversation s were a bit strained and he talks so much I never got a word in edgeways, but the calls continued soon turning into a daily event.
Now, we talk several times a day, everyday and I have found myself, surprisingly, attracted to him and very eager to meet him in person. e says he wants to come out for Christmas and see me. Of course, this pleased me however, when the day came for him to make his flight arrangements, he sort of freaked out. He still hasn’t purchased his ticket so, I’m trying not to freak out.
See, I really want to see him and I will be more than somewhat disappointed of he doesn’t come out. So in the meanwhile, we talk on the phone and I keep praying I’m not being an idiot. Again.
