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The Harpist

Just wanted to share with the world that I'm officially a giddy school-girl again. Every time I think about... (for privacy-sake I'll just call him The Harpist) - anytime I think about the Harpist, I smile and get all giggly inside. It's a warm wonderful feeling that I've not had in a long time.

Am I too quick to feel like this over someone? I would normally have said, yes. Yes, it's way too soon because I don't know him well yet. I've always admired from afar those people who say sparks flew the instant they met and all that other mushy nonsense...and I also shook my head and thought how ridiculous it really was because in real life, that just doesn't happen.

But now I have to wonder if there's not some reality to it all. I suppose people can feel excited about another person right away. Perhaps I've always thought it wasn't real because I'd never experienced it for myself. And because I've never experienced it for myself, I also ponder that maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't know what's ruling my emotions...head, heart, chemicals? Am I over-thinking EVERYTHING like I always do? Probably.

I've only dated the Harpist a few times so far. But they were amazing dates. The best first date I've EVER had. No weird awkward moments; no silent staring; no weird conversations involving too much information. It was all wonderful. And I've never kissed on a first date before either. That was a lovely first experience.

Naturally, little things are starting to surface...like what's moving too fast and what's not. Is it all in my head - this instant attraction? And I really don't want to think about these things. I'm trying really hard to just stop thinking and go with the flow for once. I know things will move along just fine and fretting about it all will only spoil my excitement.

As of right now, I am loving this feeling I have and I want to relish it for a good, long time. So if you see me smiling and giggling to myself, you'll know it's because I'm thinking of the Harpist.

What fickle creatures we girls can be

Isn't it funny how we can be so neurotic over phone calls from men. If a guy doesn't call soon enough, or not frequently enough, (or not at all), we stress and moan about it. Then if a guy does call very frequently, we may then be prone to complaining about how often they call, and how it's borderline clingy. (And hey, any guy would say the same thing about the clingy part.) We want a man who calls, just not too much, but enough to make it clear that he likes us, only not twice a day in the beginnings of a relationship, because then that would be needy. I admit that the female mind is not always logical.

And I say all of this because I currently have this situation on my mind. I had a really fantastic date this last Friday night. Then on Saturday, he called and we chatted. Then Sunday he gave me a brief call and said maybe dinner Tuesday or Wednesday? And I said yes. And he said he'd call again to make plans. Then Monday...another call. Wednesday is decided on, but not where. He says he'll call later.

As of right now in this narrative, he's called every day since the first date. My female mind is racing with thoughts of "Omigosh! He called. He likes me. He's still into me after the first date. Score!" Then it's followed by, "Wow! Another call a day later. This is awesome." Third day, "Hmm, he sure calls a lot. I hope he's not needy." Fourth day, "No call yet. What gives? We still need to set details of our next date. Is he going to call again?"

Yes, you read that right. As of tonight, no call today. And I've already gotten used to him calling! You'd think that after three consecutive days, I would know that he's into me. But the illogical, self-conscious part of the girl brain-train derails all happy thoughts with this one evening of phone-silence. We made plans for Wednesday, so sure; he'll call again. After days of talking, I know that he's super busy getting ready for a school trip, (he's a music instructor), and it's a hectic time for him. So I should just calm the crazy down. But alas, the crazy girl in all of us usually wins out. She does worry awfully loud.

So yeah, only one date but I'm super excited because I think I really like him. Just looking forward to that next call...
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He just texted!