Too Much Too Soon?

As I sit here in Baton Rouge Airport, I can think of little else besides my upcoming reunion with the new man in my life.

Since I've been away for work and he has been on vacation, we have maintained constant contact in some form or another. Mostly, he has been texting me or writing sweet emails.

Within a day or two of leaving, he was texting how much he missed me already. It just so happened that I felt the same way. I, too, was riding the high of our successful first dates and really wanted to see him again. But the open expression caught me completely off guard.

Alright, it didn't just surprise me. It also got me to thinking: is this already moving to quickly? Why is this guy so fast to declare himself? Is this a really bad sign?

Now, if you read and believe books like "He's Just Not That Into You", you know that when a guy is really into you, they will go out on that limb. They will try to see you again immediately and spend a lot of time with you. However, this has just never been my experience -- even with the ones who really liked me.

Plus, I'm just so jaded from all my bad experiences. I find it really difficult to believe that this will be anything more than any of the other pathetic romantic outings have been: an exercise in futility and an ego crushing sadness.

I'm trying to return to DC with an open mind and open heart. I so want to believe that he is a really great guy who really likes me and has good intentions.

Despite the fact that history has taught me that it just isn't likely.


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Long Distance with a Local Guy

A few months back a new man appeared in our NOAA office. I saw him around sometimes, but he wasn't in my division. Tall, handsome, and very personable, I knew he had caught the eye of many women in the building.

By early July, I was put on the oil spill communications team and was suddenly in meetings with this man. I'll admit, I was curious.
No wedding ring.

He doesn't really fit the manager mold in our office. He dresses casually and usually sports a little beard growth. But there was always something attractive and interesting about him and I feel myself drawn to him.

So it came as a very pleasant surprise when he started to flirt with me and approached the subject of dinner. We went back and forth and I made a date with EBH for Saturday night. Not satisfied to wait, he asked me to coffee the next morning.

That was a Friday, so he emailed me that afternoon to go to the local wine bar after work too. It was fabulous. We sat and talked for five hours without noticing another person in the place or even the time flying by.

Sometime during the evening we kissed and it was fantastic. By then, I knew it would be. The kind of kiss that makes your mind go completely blank for at least a minute after.

Our date Saturday night was also fabulous except I preferred the more intimate setting of the wine bar to the loud restaurant where we sat a mile apart at a huge table.

This man brought me flowers for our date Saturday and rode the Metro all the way to the airport to see me off to Baton Rouge, Sunday. I've had a silly grin on my face ever since.

Now, every fiber of my being is screaming: Don't get too excited about this. You get excited, and then it goes right down the toilet.

But I want to get excited. I want to let myself enjoy this. I want to fall in love dammit! I want to ignore the red flags for a little while and just LIKE him without worrying that every little thing will turn out to be a major character flaw and I will end up alone and embarrassed again.








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