I have always been a girl that moves VERY slowly when it comes to boys and dating. Originally I chalked it up to youth and fear of the unknown. At 27 I don’t think I can blame it on that any longer.
What’s my point you wonder? Things with Mailman has been progressing at a snail’s pace. The flirting has been going on almost 3 months. For me it’s getting to the point where even I am feeling antsy!
There are days where I’m thrilled to see him. The bright spot of my day. Conversation flows easily and I really enjoy myself. I carry this goofy post-mailman smile for the rest of the day.
Then there are days like today when I feel completely let down. I’m irritated that we haven’t taken things further. That he hasn’t asked me out. At this point I’m more confident that he is interested. It’s obvious to my coworkers or so they say. I’m grumpy the remainder of the day and I want to go home to a big bowl of pity ice cream.
UGH! I’m tired of riding this roller coaster. I just want to be able to get on my phone and blast all over Tumblr and twitter and text that he finally asked me out.
Good things come to those who wait right?