New Marine comes tomorrow!!!

My apartment is as clean as it’s going to get. My outfit for tomorrow is chosen and laying neatly on my dresser waiting to be put on tomorrow (an electric blue sun dress and silver sandals). My hair washed. My nails are painted. My fridge is stocked with some of his favorite goodies (cheese, fruit, spicy hummus, Greek yogurt) and some of my own favorite goodies (Trader Joes jalapeno and cilantro hummus. YUM!!). I think I’m ready to call it a night. Though, I think it’s going to be a sleepless night as I eagerly await the morning. I’m nervous and excited. And nervous. And excited. At least it’s going to be a beautiful day tomorrow, so we can go do something fun. I don’t know what yet. But something fun. I think there’s a basketball playoff game tomorrow. If nothing else, we can go to a bar and watch the game. Maybe beer will be helpful and kill off the awkwardness. I don’t know if it’s going to be awkward. I feel like I already know him. I mean, we have been on several Skype dates, afterall. Oh! And get this! Today he was talking about his dream car that he wants to get. He said it’s between an old Bronco or an International Scout. Um, hold the phone. A 1969 Ford Bronco is MY dream car! It’d be electric blue and have white trim and a white rag top and white interior. It’d be so cute and beachy! He said that I could get the Bronco and he’d get the Scout. What’s great about it is that my dad told me I should never get one unless I learn how to work on it myself (which he knows will never happen). But, if I end up with New Marine, I’d have the best of both worlds: my adorably sexy car, and my adorably sexy Marine who can work on cars. Yeah, it must be part of the Marine initiation process, but he loves cars and knows how to work on them. He and his roommate just re-wired his roommate’s Jeep. Or, something like that. I don’t know. I kind of tune out when dudes start talking about cars and electronics. I’m more concerned with how cute the car is, and how cute I’ll look in the car. I’ll look really cute in an electric blue Ford Bronco. Anyway. The point is that I’m excited tomorrow to meet him. His flight arrives at 9:58am. Eeek! I don’t know if I’ll be updating while he’s here. I haven’t told him about my blog. It’s on a need to know basis. And as of right now, he doesn’t need to know. Besides, I think he’d want to read it. ATC and the last Marine didn’t want to read it. They were fine knowing about it, cause they didn’t really care. (Well, the Marine always asked what I wrote about him. I should have lied. I told him I wrote about liking him and hanging out with him. He didn’t need to know any of that. Maybe that’s part of what went wrong. Who knows. Who cares. New Marine is 1,000 times better for me. Last Marine was a great guy and all. But, I don’t know if he got me quite like New Marine gets me. Maybe it was just timing. I don’t know. But, I’m glad that I made the right decision and chose New Marine over holding out for last Marine.) So, with all that being said, I’m going to go try to get some sleep so I won’t look too exhausted and haggard tomorrow at 9:58am. Yay!!!!!!!!

Oh, and something interesting: this is my 100th post. Maybe it's symbolic. My 100th post is the night before I'm off to meet New Marine. Ok, I don't really know what it's symbolic of. But, I'm sure it's symbolic nonetheless. And, I heard Radar Love on the radio today. That's symbolic as well. For real!