The rest of the weekend was a little nervewracking for me. <\/p>\n
I have supremely poor impulse control, as many people can attest to, and I certainly bowed to it on what was essentially my first date with the man I have had a noteworthy crush on since November 24th of last year<\/a>. Sigh. Naturally, I figured Valentine’s Day is where JVL would lose all interest in me and move on to sow his wild oats elsewhere. But apparently not. <\/p>\n Saturday at work was fine, and he took the time to 1) tell me I looked lovely, 2) give me a quick smooch on my lunch break when we were alone, and 3) ask me if I wanted to come out after work with him and Dan to their Wendy’s weekend ritual, even though it was Valentine’s Day (high pressure situation) *and* his guy-bonding night. I declined the invitation gracefully and later sent a text message telling him I thought it was sweet of him to ask, but I didn’t want to crowd him, and that I hoped he enjoyed NYC and I would miss him. Except, far more abbreviated, obviously.<\/p>\n Sunday morning he called the store to say goodbye before leaving for New York.<\/p>\n And Monday morning he called on his cell, *from* New York, to say this: Sweetest. Guy. Ever. <\/p>\n I haven’t called him back yet, because once again I am struck with a total lack of what to say, except “you are awesome”, so instead am falling back on classic silence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The rest of the weekend was a little nervewracking for me. I have supremely poor impulse control, as many people can attest to, and I certainly bowed to it on what was essentially my first date with the man I have had a noteworthy crush on since November 24th of last year. Sigh. Naturally, I […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[624],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-801","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-jvl"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=801"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1162,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801\/revisions\/1162"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n“I’m just calling to say hi, I’m walking around New York, looking at toys [Note: this is a Snail business trip – the 101st Annual Manhattan Toy Industry Fair], and it sucks, it’s totally<\/i> terrible ’cause you’re not here, and I’d much rather be NOT looking at toys and spending extra time with you. Okay? I’ll call you later, bye.”<\/p>\n