When You Wish Upon a Star...

I am way hella excited for Sunday night. And from my conversations with Nick, so is he. I told him that he has to plan the date and he accepted without any resistance.

"It's a big night being our first date and all. I gotta make sure we do it right," he tells me.

I can tell I make him nervous, although occasionally he seems to ask me a question or tells me something that most guys wouldn't. He is not at all apprehensive about telling me he likes me, in fact today he text: "I like you a lot and that's weird since I don't even really know you."

But I get what he means. We've all been there, it's all of those hormones working overtime, skillfully creating our rose colored glasses. He worries that the person I am before him now won't be the same person a few months from now. But most people who know me, know I am consistently me...except for when I fall for a guy. That independent girl tends to fall to mush. But otherwise, I don't hold grudges, I don't like to argue and fight, I don't try to prevent anyone from hanging out with their friends...all the usual stuff. I try to reassure him, but I can tell he is skeptical. He then goes into a long explanation about all of the women and even his guy friends who have worked him over. It makes me realize that trust with him will be a big mountain to climb.

He also makes quite clear that he is a private person and doesn't like his business shared with the world. Between him and his girl is one thing, but if she goes out and starts dishing to everyone...well...I have this blog...I decide not to tell him. In fact, there are only a handful of people who know anyway, but it makes me feel guilty because he is so clear about his privacy.

He begins to tell me things about his past, but I feel it is more of a test to see if I would be accepting of him despite the kind of person he used to be. He is the first guy to ever lay it all out on the table to me, a complete stranger. But yet he says he feels comfortable talking to me, that I am "making" him say things he doesn't normally talk about. Although I realize my intuition has been pretty bad lately, I can tell he is sincere.

He knows I'll be gone most of the weekend but asks that we talk again before Sunday night. He has no idea that half the things he says seriously makes me happy. He's nervous I won't want him to kiss me, I finally spill how many times I brushed my teeth the first day he came here. He laughs at me. I don't think he realizes I wasn't kidding!

So here's to fairytales because right now I feel like Cinderella getting ready to meet her Prince Charming Sunday night.