Upcoming, Unimportant Events

I had dinner with Marty on Wednesday evening. Before Wednesday, we had written and talked on the phone numerous times over several weeks. When Marty came over on Wednesday I felt that I already knew him fairly well. I think he felt the same way.

Last night, Thursday night, Marty called me. We talked for about an hour and a half. I learned about some his daughter’s interests, and I heard a few stories involving him and a couple of his long-time friends. I found out silly stuff too, such as; Marty’s left foot is larger than his right, and hidden in one of his drawers is a plastic bag of firecrackers. Marty discovered that every once in a while I will partake in a bubble bath. I told him about my ugly toenails too.

Marty asked me if I would be interested in going to a Mexican restaurant on Saturday. I told him I would be very interested. I think we are quickly becoming comfortable with each other, although perhaps me more than Marty. Anyway, I think this will soon be headed into an intimate relationship. That’s probably not all that surprising. Perhaps more surprising is that I have decided not to talk about it in my blog. If Marty says it is okay, that’s still not good enough. He is going to have to talk me into it, and I don’t think he cares enough one way or the other. To be honest, I have also considered posting only every few weeks, and even forgoing the blog altogether. On the other hand, all of that could be this wave of joyfulness and over-excitement getting the best of me. God knows it isn't like I'm immune to those things.

Anyway, tonight I am going over to my parents’. I will probably drink a glass of wine and watch the baseball game with my father, but maybe I’ll go shopping with my mother. It probably won’t be my decision.