It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. In a way, it’s a good thing because that means I’m keeping myself so busy that I don’t give myself a chance to think. Especially reflecting on all things negatively.

It’s rather hard to believe, but I went to visit the boy a few weeks ago for the weekend. It went great. Far better than I could have imagined. It really doesn’t feel like so such a long time ago as we still can’t stop talking about events from that weekend every now and then. You’d think that after a week, you would have exhausted all the topics. Apparently not. *laughs* The trip has definitely helped the relationship. I know that I can get along with this guy when he’s beside me.

He’s the first guy that’s ever liked me back so everything was a new experience for me. It was amazing to see how the comfort level between us changed over the course of the three days; went from awkward strangeness to being comfortable in each other’s personal bubbles. I think the strangest thing for me was how easily I accepted him into my personal space. Normally, it bothers me when people touch me (e.g. a hand on my back will make me squirm in discomfort), but that didn’t happen with him.

My friend that went on the trip with me said something that really made me think. She said that after a certain point, physical appearances don’t matter as much. Is that why we got along so well? I am not the most attractive person around town and would never say that about myself. I’m a little..uh..on the chunky side…my skins got this permanent redness, etc.etc. Yeah. There’s a reason why I’ve never even gotten close to a guy around here. I think my charm is in my personality, but that’s another topic. As for the boy, he’s average. I like the way he looks, but he’s not someone that could make me blush just by walking close to me (note: it really happens to me.) I mean, you have to be able to, for the lack of a better term, stomach the way the other person looks. But you don’t have to be constantly starring at the guy in awe of his handsomeness.

The boy mentioned that it’d be interesting to look back on our first encounter in a few years. It actually shocked me a bit when he said that cause I never really thought our relationship would last that long. It’d be nice if it did, though.

Another weird conversation, he’s been thinking about what to get me for my birthday and asking me for suggestions (I have none):

Boy: what about flowers?
Me: I’m allergic.
Boy: to all flowers?
Me: I’m allergic to pollen. I don’t know which kind though.
Boy: Do all flowers have pollen?
Me: If they reproduce sexually

(this is followed by me talking about flowering plants that can reproduce with pollen or spores and him asking if I’m allergic to spores.)

.....And you thought engineering people were weird.