getting ahead of myself...

Our parents have said it jokingly for a decade now. "You two are going to get married. J., be nice to bex. You'll regret it when you want her to go out with you and she won't because you teased her when you were twelve". So it's been this running joke since I was ten. And we've always had an easy (if sporadic) friendship-- he tried tirelessly to get me to go to his university, having me stay in his dorm room for a few days to show the place off, then reminding me to get my application in early. When my team played at his school last fall he came to the game, cheered for me even though he had no idea how the game worked.

Now J.'s graduated from college and is working in the city, and I went out with him and his friends this weekend. My hair looked great. We laughed a lot and he said he'd call to go for dinner this week. I was too tired at 2:30 AM to want to go back and watch movies at his apartment (other friends still around, and staying over. No big moooooove this weekend).

Clearly I'm getting waaay ahead of myself here, but it feels nice to be thinking of this guy who isn't HSG, who isn't any of the minor characters I've convinced myself I might like at school, who actually knows me and likes me with whom I have absolutely no drama yet.

I'll end this with a tip for all the fellas: pay for her cab home. It's a classy move. (Worked on me, anyway. God, just read this sappy-ass post.)