Can't. Stop. Smiling.

I was totally prepared to write an "I'm so bummed I haven't heard from The Brit" post. He got home from London at some point on Monday and I was really hoping to hear from him by Tuesday evening. I know he is jet-lagged. He was on a four-hour time difference for nearly two weeks — that's bound to mess with a guy's head. I wasn't really expecting to hear from him on Monday as he was just getting home and trying to get things back in order to (I'm assuming) go to work Tuesday. To be truthful though, I had my heart set on the fact that I would hear from him by Tuesday night. I was about to break my rules (or maybe they are my married friends' with better judgement's rules) about texting him first instead of waiting and I had even talked one of my two friends I'd asked into agreeing I could text him. I was typing my text out to say, "How's the jet-lag recovery going?" when I was interrupted by a call before I could even get through the word "how."

The caller ID popped up on my phone and ever since then I haven't been able to wipe the cheesy ear-to-ear grin from my face. I quite literally cant stop smiling. I had given up hope on him texting when he called to talk to me instead. Again, how many times will he need to prove he's a good guy for me to really believe it? The Brit calls when he says he will and even when he just plain should. I am already feeling lucky to have a guy like that in my life. And really hoping this "thinking positive thoughts" plan will keep him there!

We talked for about 15 minutes on the phone. The poor guy was yawning the entire time. It was completely adorable. I asked about his trip and he told me about all of the friends he visited while he was there. He traveled all around through England and some of Ireland (can't wait to talk to him about Ireland). We talked about the babies of his friends that he met and played with while he was there (imagine my delight at a guy discussing babies with me...) and we talked about when we would see each other next. I half-invited him to my band's (did I mention I play drums and sing in an all-girl band?) show on Saturday but said that while I would love to see him there that I would like to see him on a real date too. So, we decided on hanging out Sunday afternoon. He said he will call once he thinks of a good idea for what we should do. I thought of suggesting the museums in DC but I figured it might be better to wait and see what he comes up with himself. We can always do DC another time if things go well.

The one thing I said that I am not sure about, even though it is true, is that I told him that I was disappointed that I wouldn't see him until Sunday because the suspense was killing me. We had a good date and then he went away for two weeks. We both laughed and the conversation moved happily along from there. Now, I said this in a joking way but there is certainly a grain of truth to it. I am hoping that wasn't a weird thing for me to say.... I'm going to hope that it was fine and that he knows what I meant and is feeling the same way. After all, I said no self-sabotage, right? Over-thinking this too much would be just that.

Oh,  The Brit is home! Is it Sunday yet?

~B