What a great weekend!

What a great weekend. The more time I “spend” with New Marine, the more I’m really falling for him. Of course, that begs the question: can you fall for someone who you spend so much time talking to everyday, but have never actually spent real time with? Friday night I went out to dinner with some people in Laguna Beach at this really cool Hawaiian place. He stayed home playing video games and drinking with his roommate. We texted a bit back and forth, but not a lot since we were both doing other things. Though, it’s funny that the drunker her got, the more he texted me. He’s such a girl sometimes! I called him when I got home, which was like 30 minutes after he called me (it was too loud to hear) but he was already passed out.

Saturday was the day that really made me fall for him though. March 27th is my least favorite day of the year. It’s the anniversary of my first big surgery and the day my grandpa died (same day). This was the 19th anniversary. It’s always a really hard day for me, and I cry a lot. I told him, and he was super sweet and said he’d make it a good day for me, even though he was far away. He accomplished that. We texted all day, and then he called me and we chatted on the phone for a long time, and then we had a 6 hour Skype date. It was so fun. We played 2 games of Scrabble and chatted and sent each other videos and links to watch. We talked about things to do when he comes out to visit. I think I’m going to take him to Disneyland one day for his birthday. I think that’d be really fun, and kind of a cool present. (Today I mailed him a little birthday/Easter care package consisting of Easter sweets, home baked cookies- yes, I baked- and Where’s Waldo boxers. It wasn’t much; just a little something to show I’m thinking about him on Easter and his birthday.) I told him that I’d love to go to Mission San Juan Capistrano when he’s out here, cause I love that place so much, and he said that was the church he went to when he was growing up. I was super jealous of that! We’ll probably go to the Getty Center when he’s out here, cause he likes museums and has never been there. Maybe I’ll take him to the old Getty too. I like them both, and they’re so different. So many options of things to do! I just can’t wait for him to be here. He just makes me feel good and happy. When I’d start to get sad on Saturday, I’d get a random text from him, and it’d calm me down. Sunday he called me first thing in the morning and we chatted for a while until he went to workout with a buddy of his. Then we texted all day. Then he called me and we spent 2.5 hours on the phone that night. I can’t even tell you what we talk about, it’s just anything and everything. He takes an interest in everything in my life, from the small dumb day to day things, to the bigger life changing things: where should I live, what job should I do, etc. And I take the same interest in his. We also got into some heavier stuff, like our long-term relationship if we meet in April and get along in real life. I can honestly say I’ll be pretty crushed if we don’t hit it off. I can’t imagine we won’t. He said he’s worried that I won’t like the way he dresses or something. I said I’m not all that picky. The Drywaller wore jean shorts, and I didn’t care. It’s not like I’m the best dresser. I told him I wear jeans and wife beaters and tennis shoes most of the time. He has nothing to worry about. He said he’s worried about what my friends say/think about him. I told him that everyone already likes him, cause he’s so nice. And they’re used to me dating douchebags. Granted, they have reason to think that. My track record from the past year kind of shows that: Brohamster, the Cop, ATC, the Marine. All varying types of d-bags. With the exception of the Drywaller, all the guys since my High School Sweetheart have been d-bags. It’s time that I date a nice guy. I’m really, truly, completely out of my “bad boy” phase. And New Marine is the perfect nice guy.

He told me about jobs he can apply to transfer into which would take him to California. I’m glad he’s not expecting me to move to North Carolina. No thank you! I mean, if I had to, I would. I’d just rather not. No offense to North Carolina. I hear there are some lovely beaches there. I just don’t want to leave California. We also talked about past relationships and stuff. He told me how his ex-wife hurt him. I told him how the Brohamster hurt me. We agreed to not hurt each other. I guess I just need to remember that he’s not the Brohamster: when he’s not returning my texts, it’s because he’s genuinely busy or unable to, it’s not cause he’s hooking up with other chicks. He told me that he thinks about me all the time, and I’m always on his mind, even when he’s with his friends. Even if he can’t text me back right away. He also said that he loves calling me before he goes to bed, cause he likes to hear my voice before bed. I should crack open a bottle of wine to go along with that cheese! I’m eating it up! He also said that when we live close to each other, if he’s ever out, he’d invite me with him. He could never think of a time he wouldn’t want me to be with him. I told him he’s allowed to have boy-time. He said he wouldn’t need it. Some people would be freaked out by that; I think it’s perfect, cause I’m the same way! I’m really worried that something is going to go wrong. I’m worried that he has some huge skeleton in his closet which is going to ruin everything, because so far he’s perfect. And I don’t believe that perfect really exists.