Day 32 (October 8, 2010)

All day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Chris. I think I’m most impressed by two things: he’s not cocky/forward and he couldn’t be sweeter. Well, he could be sweeter, but any sweeter would probably turn me off a little. He is the perfect amount of sweetness without that blindingly painful sugar rush. I don’t think I’m into bad boys per se, but I can’t stand a kiss-ass or an asshole. I like that Chris is not over-confident and that he cares that I’m feeling comfortable and that he’s not a douche bag.

 I made my way to the office much later than I should have and BAM! The hangover hit me like a ton of bricks. Either way, it was worth it.

At work, I couldn’t focus (and only partly due to the hangover). I must have looked through the pictures of the night before at least two dozen times. It felt kind of surreal having feelings for yet another guy. 

I ended up telling my mom about him. I wasn’t sure if I would, because I knew there would be concern about the deal-breakers. I told her it would just have to be something I would get over if I were really interested after some time, but that I could. She was more concerned over age than anything else, I think.  My parents just know how badly I don’t want to get hurt in my next relatioship, so I can appreciate their concern.

I have a problem with over analyzing my next “move” in a relationship, especially when it’s first starting out. I don’t ever want to seem too eager, I don’t want to make the guy feel too confident about how I’m feeling, and I absolutely don’t want to leave room to let myself get hurt. I was concerned all day that this would have just ended up being a one-night thing, which I desperately didn’t want.. So I waited for him to make contact…which he did.

We didn’t make plans for the night, but he knew what I was doing and I knew what he was doing. I told him I would be at 51^st Street Speakeasy all night. When he got done with dinner, he could meet me there if he wanted. No pressure.

Lucky for me, he showed up about 11:30. We stay at Speakeasy for a little while, went across the street to Edna’s a little later. Even though we were in the city, Chris brought his roommate and would have to go back to Norman with him. So, I did the only thing logical...I followed them back to Norman (at 1:45 in the morning from the north side of OKC…awesome).

When I got to Chris’ house, I met Princess (his dobie), waited for him to eat a snack and curled up on the couch. A little tipsy and very tired, I was more interested in sleep than anything else. Within minutes, he said the best thing I could hear at that moment in time: “I’m exhausted…let’s just go to bed.” Happily, we curled up and were both asleep within two minutes.