At the very least I should be drying my hair. This has been the laziest day of not getting out of my kimono until one in the afternoon and only getting out of it then because Matt called. Poor guy, I made him give me ten minutes while I dressed and made myself presentable...to talk on the phone. My phone doesn't get reception inside, though, so in my defense I couldn't really sit out on the back porch in my robe. Well, not comfortably at least.
I have packed a few boxes this weekend and really plan on spending a lot of time with cardboard and newspaper tomorrow because Asshole will be gone most of the day and Matt's away so I won't be obsessively checking my email. I'll just obsessively be carrying my phone after five waiting for his call.
Things have changed drastically with Matt over that past few days. Gone are the times when I bash myself over the head after hanging up because I have feelings for him that I'm afraid to bring up in case he doesn't feel the same way because the idea of a relationship between us is asinine. After a sweet gesture on his part, though, I declared that he was the "best guy I never dated" and his reply made me feel a little bit bolder so (after consulting with Ginny, of course) I stuck myself out a little bit more and told him I was smitten with him...and found out he was head over heels about me. Ack, the mushy emails after that and the first nervous phone call were just like junior high - but in a good way.
It's totally stupid and impractical but it's really, really great. We're loads more comfortable with each other now because it's not hanging over our heads. Although, he's already brought up how sad it is that we can't just get together for coffee or a glass of wine...and yes, that's heartbreaking and yes it brought tears to my eyes. But so do all of the nice things he says to me. I know this is all really, really crazy on my part but I do feel that everything happens for a reason. I think everyone we meet plays some part in making us who we are. How else could I make anything out of my current living situation?If nothing else, Matt will, hopefully, always be a wonderful friend who helped me bear a kind of really crappy time in my life.
I've started calling our phone calls "dates." We were on for over two hours last night and he felt bad that he was taking up my evening but I pointed out that if I lived there we'd be spending this time together - it was a Saturday night after all - so why not spend it together as best we can. It's kind of cute. And kind of sad.
And, on a lighter note, at least I know I'm going to see him in a few weeks - from then on, who knows, right?
Okay, enough of that - I could go on for hours and hours, trust me....
I ripped out the Morning Surf Scarf and stared the Woodlands pattern earlier this week and I'm so glad I did. This is much quicker and a little more fun...except that I dropped a yarn over today and spent an hour and a half fixing it this morning. I've learned my lesson and am going to put in a lifeline.
I think I'll be able to finish it for the trip without a problem. It'll be a nice memento - not only because I'll be wearing it over there and he sent the yarn and all but also because every stitch is made thinking about how great this trip is going to be.
Off to pack...yuck.
Ooh, things just took a turn for the exciting!! Hooray for smitten English romances! I'm also really loving the Woodland Shawl, good call.
Posted by: Bertha | 08/31/2008 at 10:54 PM
Oh Emily - I'm just loving all this! I don't think it's silly at all - being smitten with anyone is rarely practical - it's not like you weigh out the relative pros and cons of these things, it just happens!
Posted by: Chris | 09/01/2008 at 12:51 AM
I knew you could take on the Woodlands Shawl.
Am jealous of your smit.
Posted by: DellyBean | 09/01/2008 at 04:58 AM
Impractical things are always the most fun : ) Plus, you never know what will be practical in 6 months. Maybe you'll get a job offer in England.
Posted by: V. | 09/01/2008 at 03:25 PM
I am so happy for you and I just love reading about it! Ahhh the butterflies in the belly, how I remember that feeling!
Great job on the scarf!
Posted by: Mary | 09/01/2008 at 06:01 PM