Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Singing in the rain

Kev has come and gone but his memory still lingers in my mind, distracting me from the everyday aspects of life. The butterflies as I was waiting for him at the airport wondering if I'd recognize him, the drive back to Chicago wondering what the weekend had in store for us, hoping for the best but questioning if that was possible. It was a weekend of dealing with the unknown and I think we managed to pull it off. We had fun, we felt comfortable together, we clicked. We talked about our pasts and expectations, and how being apart will be difficult. We sat in the rain for a Cubs game and shopped for a souvenir for his son which was a weird experience, making his fatherhood that much more real. He's shown me pictures and video clips of little Kev and he's adorable, with an infectious laugh. And yes it scares me still, but not as bad as I thought it would. So now, we're trying to find a cheap fare for my visit back to Toronto to spend time with him in a couple of weeks. It's not looking good right now because of the cost, but we should know by tomorrow if it will be possible. Soon, we're going to have to plan further out into the future, but for now we're trying to see each other as quickly as possible. Where all this will lead I have no idea, but I've decided to embrace the moment and see what happens.

Which leads me to my next dilemma...I have another 2 boys vying for my attention. Both TG and SoCal have asked me to dinner. TG wants to go on that date that was cancelled about 6 weeks ago. SoCal and I were supposed to go to the Cubs game last night - which I opted out of due to exhaustion and bad weather - and he later left a voicemail stating that he had planned to invite me over so he could cook me dinner. That it was all arranged, but hopefully we can do it another time. So much for being friends and nothing more. So far, I've avoided talking with both of them, but I should do something about it soon. Very, very soon.

Oh, and did I mention the married man at Murphy's that was hitting on me when Kev wasn't beside me and wouldn't stop starring at me. The one who just had to tell me, and later Kev when he returned, that I was beautiful. There must be something in the water here in Chicago...the men are coming out of the woodwork!

Posted by Maple :: 3:07 PM :: 2 Comments:

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