Progress

Things are progressing emotionally between the new boy and myself. Spent 6 hours talking on the phone last night, from 1am-7am (my time). Only reason we got off the phone was because my boss called and wanted me at work at 9 this morning. I didn't...no, couldn't...sleep. I love talking to this boy. As many times as I should've hung up so that I could sleep, I didn't because I wanted to hear his voice; it's all I get from (approx) 659 miles apart (*thank you Google Maps <-that is the driving route taken...seriously).

Spoke with my step-dad about how things are between us and he wished to do the "fatherly duty of grilling the boyfriend". I was a bit hesitant to inform the boy of this, but I did; they spoke for over an hour. I waited anxiously for some news from one or the other. The news was good, thankfully...and they plan to meet...without me...next time my step-dad's in Portland. I'm a bit frightened at that aspect, but there's nothing I can do, they have to meet eventually anyway.

After the boy calls me back, I fully intend on pouring myself into bed. I'm entirely too worn out to function properly (if this thing could show how many times I had to edit my mistakes, that would give you some clue). Yay for happiness! :)