Chicago and Minneapolis. So close, yet so freaking far away.
I'm headed to Minneapolis this afternoon to visit the boy. The new boy. Sort of new anyway. We met way back in October at a wedding that I attended as a guest of my roommate. Seriously, who meets at a wedding?! I never thought that actually happened in real life. I noticed him at first because of his height (6'4", which is giant compared to my 5'5" stance). Then he kept my attention with his charming yet snarky personality. He visited Chicago. Three times now since the beginning of December. Our phone conversations make me feel like I'm back in high school due to the length of just one call. I truly spend as little time on the phone as possible, but then I met him and talking on the phone was the closest thing we had to actually being together. It's a measly runner up.
So this weekend is my first Minneapolis visit (besides the wedding). I'll see his apartment, meet his friends and get to spend sometime with him. I'm delighted. He was here last weekend and meet my friends (and my brother, who is also my roommate). Everyone seems to like him, and he them.
Tonight he's taking me out to dinner. Fondue. I want to laugh but he's so terribly excited, as all of his couple friends have gone and really enjoyed it. So I'm preparing for a stomach full of cheese, oily meat, and chocolate. It will be an experience I'm sure.
My bag is packed and I get to leave work early at 2:00. I'm trying to hold in the excitement but I just can't wipe this silly smile off my face.
Oh, and the best part: When I told him I have type 1 diabetes he had no idea about what that meant (nor did I when I was diagnosed). Now he seems to know about as much as I do. He told me the other day that he jumped on the computer after I told him and researched a bunch of information on it. It's a little silly, but it made me feel really good about him. :)