As I mentioned in my post below, "the guy" and I had our first weekend away together this past weekend. We headed to the beach Thursday night, and came back Sunday morning. That was nearly three days of being together. Guess what? We survived.
We had some mild times of frustration (ie: getting WAY lost) but mostly, we had a really great time. Friday was my favorite day - we drove to the boardwalk, rented bikes, sat on the beach, walked to the shops, played putt-putt (I won, and my prize is a to-be-claimed-later massage) and just had a great day. We came back to the house, took a nap, and then got dressed up and went out for a nice meal, which was AWESOME by the way. We took what would have been some great pictures of the two of us together if I hadn't blinked in nearly all of them (not ready to post his face all over the Internet yet). But I think one or two may be salvagable. Saturday was more of a relaxed day, and still nice. I think the "playing house" helped move us along.
I'm just learning that there's so much more I need to learn about being in a relationship. At this point, I'm still having trouble knowing when to say what I'm thinking or when to just let things play out. For example, he doesn't understand why I want him to be the one to initiate phone calls. I don't understand why he can't just be the one to initiate the phone calls. See? It's very confusing. :) But this weekend marked three months since we met, which I can say is probably my longest relationship ever, so already I'm a step up.
Pooh had a pet sitter for the weekend, who left me kitty report cards (how cute is that?) and she said that Pooh was a sweet kitty. He did a good job of snowing her. ;)
AND I have tickets to the 7:30 show of Harry Potter on opening night at the movies, so I'm really looking forward to that. Only 2 weeks until the last book. So exciting and so bittersweet all at the same time.
That's the Carmen update. Exciting as it is.