Perfection

I really am confused now.

Tom and I went out last night. Here's what happened. I broke down and called him Thursday, and he got back to me yesterday. He's in town, so we made plans to go out. He leaves Sunday, then is coming back next weekend... then flying to Fort Knox (however it's spelled,) and he'll be there for a month, then up here most of July. Anyway, that doesn't matter. What does is that work SUCKS... I really don't like my boss and it makes me mess up more than normal. She thinks I'm dumb or something. So Tom's like, hey, you need a beer. Friday at work was really stressful, so I agreed. So we went to BW3s, and had beer and wings. (One pint for me, and I was already tipsy.) Anyway, we were having a great time just talking. I don't think I've ever had so much fun with him. We had both began the night wanting dessert, so after we were finished he's like, hey, let's go to Bucca's and get dessert. We've done that a few times before, gone to Bucca's for dessert, and he knows I love it there... so it was a great, thoughtful suggestion. So we went and had dessert... omg.... tiramisu with fruit... it was awesome. and so we stayed there for an hour, until they kicked us out. (So, that was like three hours already just talking with him. And, the great thing, was we did talk about "us" but it wasn't uncomfortable and odd, just kinda going back through old memories.) So anywho, we get in the car and it's eleven already (I have to work Saturdays...) and he starts driving back to my house to drop me off. But we both didn't want the night to end, so he ends up passing my house and we just park and talk for another hour. We both said at the end of the night how awesome it was. Actually, it was great, he mentioned it first at Bucca's, what an amazing time he was having.

So here I am, on top of the world yet again. And I was thinking, I kinda am glad he didn't call me for two weeks. It gave me time to realize that the world still turns without him. It also made me realize that while I did miss him like crazy... I can live without him. I don't want too... especially after last night. Yes, he does make me miserable. But, then again, so do many other people. And, he does make me wonderfully happy. So far, I haven't found anyone just like him... who makes me as happy as he does.

I don't know, life is confusing. Love sucks.

But anyway, we're on the subject of guys again, so I'll just shut-up.

=p