I woke up today earlier than usual knowing I was taking Fargo to the airport.
I quickly fed the kitties, and jumped in the shower. I really wished I had more time to get ready and make myself presentable, but after this week it just wasn’t going to happen.
I hopped in my car and drove down to his place, picked him up and we were on our way.
On the drive to the airport I realized I didn’t give him a kiss when I saw him this morning.
Not such an usual thing, because we’re not boyfriend/girlfriend, but in some weird way I think he thinks we are? Or maybe this is just what dating is like now… or maybe its just what dating a younger man is like.
Either way I hoped he didn’t think I was upset with him, because I certainly wasn’t, I was just completely exhausted.
We pull into the airport and before he grabs his luggage he leaned over and gave me a kiss.
I have to admit it was nice, but again kind of strange from the guy I’ve known for such a short time.
And hey, as I sit here and think about it and actually do the math, tonight is 72 hours so last night when he said it was 72 hours he was wrong.
Hmmmm…. math has never been my strong suit…. but his comment still makes me laugh a little bit.
I had a few errands to run after dropping him off, and one of them was making sure I had plenty of caffeine to help me get through the day.
So of course I stopped at Starbucks for a venti… anything.
As I was walking out, I ran into none other than Starbucks guy!
I thought for sure he was avoiding me because his ego was hurt after I ran off without giving him my number.
I guess not… because after we exchanged the usual pleasantries, he said ‘hey can I get your number?’
I quickly replied ‘yes! of course!’ He said he would give me a quick call so I would have his number but I still haven’t gotten that call, so I hope he got the number right when he typed it into his phone.
I felt like such a floosie! I just dropped off a guy I barely know at the airport and gave him a kiss like we had been dating for months, and now I was giving my number to another guy.
I know that’s not a logical thought process, but I’m not usually the girl who is dating more than one person at a time, so it’s a little out of my realm of comprehension I guess.
The Coffee Fairy had been anxiously waiting to see how my night/morning went. Of course I filled her in on all the details, and then she said…. ‘you know what? The same thing happened to me 2 years ago!’
I said ‘you were the same age right? 39?’ and she said ‘yes! I was!’
So now I fully believe there is something magical about being 39. I’m really getting the hang of really ‘living’…. at least this week.