I stopped by his place on my way home from hanging out with H on Thursday night. He was upset about H and I being friends... I can't really say that I blame him. He wanted to know the story, which I had intended on telling him. H had even given me permission to tell him the whole story. I ended up telling him an abbreviated version, since it was almost midnight and I needed to get home to release my mother from her baby sitting duties. I'm sure the story made little to no sense. Not sure if he'll want to revisit it or not. He says he's okay with us being friends, just not with our history. I told him that I will not stop being his friend... this is who I am. But OMG, I hope this doesn't mess things up.
Then Friday night he popped out (during the crazy snowstorm!) for a quick visit. Okay, so the quick visit turned into two hours.
I really like this guy. There's been nothing yet to raise any doubts in my mind. This is so rare.
Today I'm going snowshoeing/hiking with H. I'm not sure if I'm physically strong enough to attempt this mountain climbing adventure, but I'll try. H has agreed to take care of breaking the trail. My real worry is that I'll be soooooo tired tonight when Bachelor F comes over. I went snowshoeing yesterday with N&S, and was pooped last night. I went to bed by 23:00 for the first time in several weeks.
I feel like Bachelor F should be given a new name here, but I don't want to jump the gun or be too presumptuous. I'm smitten though. :)