The Big Weekend

Last week was easily the longest week in the world, since I was waiting for the weekend, when the guy I met in New Orleans would be making the trip to see me.  I just had absolutely no focus at work.  On Tuesday, he sent me flowers!  I hadn't told my coworkers anything about him yet ("I met this boy while I was getting drunk at a strip club in New Orleans, and he's really cute, and..."), but once the flowers came I had to spill the beans, which was fine.  I was bursting at the seams anyway.  Now they just knew why I was being such a flake.

By Wednesday, I felt like I was coming down with something.  It's typical for me when I am really excited about something.  This past trip to New Orleans may be the first one ever that I wasn't on antibiotics.  Anyway, I had a little fever and a bad sore throat and just felt like sleeping.  Probably because I was up talking on the phone half the night.  Every night. 

Friday, I left work around 3 so that I could relax and get ready at my leisure.  I was to pick him up from the airport at 8, so I had five whole hours to make myself a cocktail, to bathe and shower and curl my hair and paint my nails.   But somehow, even with all that time, he was off the plane and waiting for me when I got there.  He looked so good in his business suit and smelled great and it was nice just to stand in the airport and hold him.

He brought me presents (yay, presents!) including some perfume and a really pretty dress that I changed into before he took me out to dinner.  Every single thing he brought me fit me like a glove, like it was magical.  I felt like a princess. :)

A lot of the weekend, we spent in my apartment.  After two weeks of talking on the phone, it was so great to be together.  Saturday afternoon, we managed to go out shopping for the afternoon.  I had a restaurant in mind for the evening, a little French cafe type restaurant nestled in one of the cutest parts of town.  We were the first ones there, so we got a great table.  Our food was fantastic, the conversation was good.  It was a very memorable part of the weekend for me.

Saturday night one of my friends from work was having a party for her birthday and that was our big outing for the night.  We stayed for a good part of the evening.  He was a huge hit at the party, telling jokes and talking to everyone.  I am so bad at parties, I never know how to get the conversation going.  Once it starts, I can keep it going with the right person, but not just anyone.  But he just won everyone over.  It was fun to watch.

When I took him to the airport on Sunday night, I was really sad that he had to go.  I came back to my apartment and it was cold and quiet, and my mind just kept replaying parts of the weekend.  We haven't talked about when we will see each other again.

I hope that question is on his mind as well.