1 more day!

So, New Marine gets here on Saturday morning. 9:58am. EEEEEEKKKK!!! I am so nervous!! I am so scared. I am so excited. It’s like this weird mixture of emotions. What if he doesn’t like me in person? What if I don’t like him in person? What if we run out of things to talk about? (I actually told him about my worries, and he said he already has a plan: if we get bored or have nothing to say to each other, we’ll go to a dive bar, have a couple beers and people watch. It’s cute that he’s worried about these things too and is trying to figure out how to overcome it.) I’m ready for him to be here. I’m worried I’m going to like him too much and that I will be super sad when he leaves. Assuming he can’t come back in May for graduation, the earliest I can see him will be August. I have to focus on studying for the bar in June and July. I won’t have time to go to North Carolina, or have him come here. But, I think that studying for the bar will make time fly by anyway. But, I’m possibly putting the cart before the horse. Let’s see how we get along in person. I have to figure out what I’m going to wear. I don’t even know. I have to figure out what we’re going to do. He wants to go to In-n-Out. Do I get a cheese burger or do I indulge and get a Double Double like I normally would when I go to In-n-Out. (Sidenote: I haven’t had In-n-Out since February. I may be dreaming about it more than I’m dreaming of New Marine). I wonder what he’s going to be wearing. I wonder what he smells like. I wonder what he’s going to think of the way I drive or the music I listen to. I’m so excited to find all of this out. It’s what will determine whether we actually belong together or not. I mean, I know we get along so far. But, it’s going to come down to how we interact in person. It’s so scary and exciting. I’m going to be bummed if it doesn’t work out. I have gotten so used to talking to him everyday and caring about him. I’ve put up pictures of him in my house. I have a picture of him as the wallpaper on my phone. (Yes, I’ve become cheesy. I know. I admit that and I own that. But, hey, what’s wrong with being cheesy? Maybe it means something that he’s made me able to be cheesy and uber-girly.) The funny thing is that I confessed it to him that I have pictures of him up, and he thought that was really sweet. He loves that I incorporate him into my life so much. I think most guys would probably be freaked out. Maybe that’s why I’ve never put up pictures of other guys. Maybe that’s why it’s supposed to work out with New Marine. Or maybe I’m just crazy and destined to be a cat-lady for the rest of my life. It could really go either way. I’m hoping it doesn’t go the cat-lady route: I have horrible cat allergies!