Saturday was a great day. We had such a good time, rode some coasters, had some time to get to know each other, etc. There was walking with arms around each other, some hand holding. Nice!
Then, and I'm hoping this is a good sign, after spending 5 hours with me already, we went out to dinner after. I dropped him off at his house for some clean up, went home for my own shower, and he picked me up and we went out to a really nice dinner, then drinks, then my house (get your mind out of the gutter! Well, maybe in the gutter a "little" bit, but still PG).
But see, now my obsessive side takes over. I'm back to waiting for "the call." Part of me knows he'll call, and then part of me is freaking out about it. I don't know why I do this. I'm going insane, truly insane. I don't know how to stop. I have an inner dialogue where I argue with myself about it. Guys have "boy time" when it comes to calling - I don't think it's EVER the next day. And I'm trying really hard not to call him - but I might have to break down and do it just for my own sanity. Is that bad? ok? I so don't know these things.
So keep those good thoughts coming. Chant with me - He's going to call, he's going to call. :)