Finishing the Story

So, we have spoken, texted and emailed every day since our first date.  We had planned on a second date Saturday (today).  I was hanging out with friends Friday after work and he thought he might go out of town for the night.  He ended up not going and I told him that he was welcome to join us.  (there were about 7 of us, gals I work with and assorted husband & boyfriends)  He said that he would and the freaking out began.  Normally I’m not so girlie, but it was Friday, I was late for work so my hair was gross, I had on my school t-shirt and I felt greasy.  So, a brush and a borrowed jacket made me about as good as I was going to get.  He came and it was fine.  He was just as sweet as before.  He was comfortable talking with my friends, joined in the debates and conversations (adding some funny personal opinions).  He also had no problem giving me attention, holding my hand from time to time, and pretty much making me feel special in general.  We moved places and he came with us.  Around midnight we drove my drunken friends home and I took him back to his car.  He gave me a sweet little kiss good night and a confirmation about our actual date today. 

He texted me to let me know he left his pain meds in my car (he has a broken elbow) and I told him I could bring them to him the next day if he needed them and I asked if he got home okay, but didn’t hear back.  He texted me this morning saying he turned his phone off last night and didn’t need the meds until that night.  I asked if he had a good time and told him I did and I would find us a place to eat.  His response was "Thanks I did.  Ttyl"  Hum…his normal responses were not normally so short and the doubt started setting in.  What did "ttyl" mean?   Now I’m worried maybe he was just being nice and decided that he wasn’t really interested, but I have his meds so he had to meet me.  I know, I know. 

With my last boyfriend, Steven, I didn’t doubt anything.  He appeared to be into me and I didn’t question it.  I took his attention for what it was at face value.  And he did like me and we started dating very soon after we started hanging out.  I always felt good about myself and didn’t sweat or obsess the little things.  But that didn’t work out.  And now, I have a guy that is giving me attention and that feels so good, but I now worry about the longevity of it all instead of just enjoying the moment.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  I enjoy the moment, it’s the after moment and reading into things that gets me.  

So, that all being said…I sent him an email with a few restaurant choices about an hour later later.  His response was just a "normal" response.  I feel so silly for worrying so much.  He send me a reservation a couple hours later and said he would come pick me up.  That can only be good!  (especially since he lives about 30 minutes from me and in most EH dates we meet at the place) 

If he decides this isn’t it for him, so what. I’m  enjoying the moment.  And, if it doesn’t work out then it just wasn’t meant to be.  I’m going to just be myself and see what happens.  Contrary to some opinions, I AM a catch and I AM worth it!  lol