can't wait ... or can i?

i've got a countdown.

now, it's down to 36 hours, 38 minutes, and 3 seconds. 2 seconds. 1 second...

he's coming home.

and after two weeks of text messages, emails, and short but budget-wrecking phone calls, i'd get to see him in the flesh again.

that scares me. a lot.

see, it turns out i've lived 100 meters away from him for the last 14 years of my life. he's played in the same street corner basketball hoop that i've shot hoops in while in high school. he's biked around the same streets that i have, and was friends with some of the people i've celebrated birthdays and other significant holidays with. but, i never met him.

i only met him on the martian's birthday lunch. how ironic.

and while i think we hit it off that day, all i got from him was a text message at the end of it all saying, it was nice meeting you, text you when i get back.

and he never did. honestly speaking (and i've always been really honest in this blog), it took a lot of maneuvering on my part before he came around. it involved sending an SMS to a party that never pushed through. it involved sending SMS while reading airline cases.

and then he called. so now the ball was in his court. let him think he wanted this. guys like that, i've realized (or more accurately, as every guy friend i've ever had told me). so we had dinner and watched a movie, chatted for hours on end on the phone, and there was the "surprise" and then he left.

for two weeks.

two long weeks.

two crazy long weeks.

and he'll be back, tomorrow, in exactly 36 hours, 18 minutes, and 50 seconds. 49 seconds. 48 seconds...