Shoes or Bag?

The weekend was a blur. Not because I was busy but because I got to spend a lot of time with Steve. I was so happy that he'd set aside so much time for me this weekend. After a really bad Thursday, it was apparent that he'd set out to overcome the bad with a lot of good. It started out with a vase of the most perfect lillies, a great dinner, and a funny movie. Then on to a Saturday date during the day...which actually wasn't a "date" but more of a hang out. I made him brunch consisting of your typical eggs and bacon with his first biscuits and chocolate gravy experience. And he liked it...what a guy! :) Then we ran an errand for church and had an early dinner at Chilis followed by a night of playing "Lara Croft Tomb Raider" on the Wii. Which, in my head, is quite interesting for two adults to be doing on a weekend. We're far from normal.

When he left, I got that sad feeling. He's growing on me which comes with a whole other set of worries. The main one...when is the other shoe gonna drop? Everything has gone so great for the last month or so. He's proven that he is genuine and loyal on every count! The more I grow to like him, the more worried I become that something is going to happen to make it crash. All I can do is hold on until it's so set and comfortable I don't have to worry anymore...and then I'll have it in the bag. The truth is...I'm not much for shoes, anyway.