There is a boy

Hmm, so part of my craziness lately has been the introduction of a new presence in my daily routine - The Sweet Boy.
I met him at a New Year's party - the first one I haven't boycotted in years for myriad reasons. While at the party I met a bunch of new interesting people. I knew only two people at this part - the hosts - and as Queen Barkms reminded me that day, considering my track record with New Year's disappointments, maybe not knowing anyone would be a good thing.
So The Sweet Boy was one of the people I met. Very attentive and... well... sweet. I really do need to think up a new adjective - I have been overusing that one these past two weeks.
So, it's New Year's, it's me - I get drunk. Not too bad, but definitely jolly. Not out of control spastic, but definitely pushing my own limits. Part of pushing those limits was jumping this poor boy after midnight (again out of *recent* character). Not soon after that I wandered upstairs, where I proceeded to nod off (pass out) in D+D's craft room. Sooo comfy - and I had worked all day. I was tired.
When they woke me so I could move down to the pull out, I got a little nauseous. A teensy bit. TSB was very sweet and held my hair and took care of me. When I had suitably purged my system, we moved down to the pull out. I must say, considering the circumstances, I had a very restful sleep that night. TSB offered up his arm the entire night, and I slept so well.
Now in the AM, there was much contrition on my part (I do so hate being a burden on friends) and a definite need for coffee. It had snowed overnight, and the plows were out early. The scraping of the roads just intensified the scraping in my head, which I justly deserved. I can take my hangovers, so long as there is coffee. As is true with all instances of drinking, I awoke the following morning REALLY early.
TSB helped sweep of the snow from my car. And in another uncharacteristic move, I gave him my mobile number and told him we should go out when I am not excessively inebriated.
And he called - That Night! We spoke on the phone a couple more times that week, all leading up to a date last Sunday that went on for ~10 hours. TSB was true to his name, very sweet. We went out again last night for sushi (of which, of course, I ate too much) and then headed back to my apt. We talked long into the night, snogged a little, talked some more. Apparently, he wants to date me - I got this when he asked me to go to dinner with him and a bagillion of his friends next Friday - eek! I argued (of course, you would expect no less) that he doesn't really know me, nor I him, making all this a bit of a crap shoot. I can handle the dating part; it makes me nervous to make plans so far in advance and to bring in other variables, i.e. our respective friend pools. It is hard enough getting to know someone new, but to add friends into the mix. And I suck at remembering names. And I always feel like I am performing, or on display. It is a bit of a self conscious position. And like a dolt, I said sure I'll meet your friends. Better lay off the bottle or there is no telling what will come out of my mouth.
Anywho, I think I made a deal whereby I go to his friends thing in return for coming with me to the superbowl party at QB and DrD's. So now, like the true hypocrite that I am, I bring my friends into the mix. Ugh.
I am trying really hard to keep my head about me and not get too carried away or project too much. Challenging, given my predilections, but still I try.
He spent last night. I was very clear that nothing was going to happen 'cept sleep and he seemed to accept this. Halley was very very put out. He took up her side of the bed, and she was not happy. Poor girl, it's been her domain for so long without having to share. I warned TSB that while I guessed he was accustomed to sleeping with women, sleeping with an IG is a whole 'nother experience entirely. And it was. Halley made here presence and displeasure with her displacement well known. This included several bouts of scraping at the covers, getting up several times in the night just to shake and climbing everywhere like the part mountain goat she is. In return, we go to M+D's tomorrow, so Halley will be pampered and cooed over by her 'grandma.' Maybe this will take away some of the sting.

Anyway, we are getting together again tonight. Not sure what is on the docket. I didn't really sleep very much last night, and I am finishing up an 8 hour day in the lab. I might not be up for another late evening. God, I am getting old.

So we shall see...
ciao