So somehow I haven't written in over a month. I think because most of the month I spent on The "B" Project. After meeting this great guy I'll call "B" at the beach, we started emailing, and found out he was coming up to this area October 21 and wanted to see me and stay with me. I basically spent the entire month preparing and cleaning every closet and pile of clutter (there were many) in my house.
So "B" came up last week and we had the most wonderful visit. He liked my place--making The "B" Project worth it--and I took the day off work to spend with him. It was very fun and at the end we both seemed sad that he had to go back, but we didn't nail down details for the next visit. We have texted and emailed a bit, but it's pretty clear that once he goes back, he's involved in his life and doesn't really want to be in touch that much. So, according to one of my favorite movies, "he's just not that into me." Or he would be calling, emailing, texting, staying in touch. He mentioned maybe doing something NY Eve, but I am not holding my breath.
I'm disappointed to say the least. I thought the visit would solidify our budding relationship and make him want to be in touch and truly start something. But I guess not. The story of my life. So The "B" Project goes into the pile of wonderful yet unfulfilled memories of something that could have been great if only he'd given it half a chance.