Hey, gang! I ended up on the phone with Steven for 2.5 hours last night (my writing time), so no story about Sunday's Super Bowl party just yet. Promise...it's coming. I was getting a little concerned that he wasn't calling me so I texted:
E: Hey, do you miss me yet?
S: Uhm....no! :)
S: Of course I do, babe!
So then I called him, hoping he would feel more confidence in calling me. All I can say is that we laugh as much over the phone as in person, and he shared his entrepreneurial ideas with me. I told him I am more than happy to guide him through it, but I'm not going to become a girl he pity dates so I can help him with his business ideas. He laughed. Much like the guy I dated who, once he met my cat, really just came over to hang out and love on her. She's extraordinary, no doubt, but I felt like a single mom whose boyfriend was afraid to break up with her because he loves her child more than her.
So, I'm off to Pittsburgh. Whether I will go to Chuck's viewing is still up in the air (he's from Pitt). I don't do viewings very well. Maybe it's just me, but I don't get the concept of "the viewing". I don't want my last memory of him to be in a coffin. We'll see.....but I'm doubting it.
Steven is picking me up at the airport tomorrow night and has a plan for the weekend. I like a man with a plan. I think I'll ask if he has a plan for me - via "He's Just Not That Into You" (aka one of my bibles!)
Cheers and details to come!