@Dreamy-Eyez
21 Years
We Echanged Numbers!
Hey Archer,
You know something? I feel like things are just progressing all by itself naturally the way a flower blossoms in a garden. All I can do is continue at being patient. Being patient has been really easy because when I'm in his presence, it feels so comfortable. I believe that was the very first time I've ever spoke to him face-to-face like that. (We're the same height.)We spoke for a good few minutes and the flow of the conversation was just "easy flowing". I spoke to him of why I began writing letters, but he was okay with it. I think he admired how I wanted to be open and honest with him. We were really cool in eachother's presence, but deep down I was really happy and excited. You want to know something, though? I've still haven't spoke his name to him. You know, say his name. He's already calling me by my name and at the end of the conversation, he said, "Alright, I'll be seeing ya, Anthony." All I ever said was, "Bye." Sometimes, I wonder if he's ever anxious to hear me speak his name or anxious for me to call him? Hmmm? If he ever asks me why haven't I called, then I'll call. Let's just see what happens. Dreamy-Eyez, out.
You know something? I feel like things are just progressing all by itself naturally the way a flower blossoms in a garden. All I can do is continue at being patient. Being patient has been really easy because when I'm in his presence, it feels so comfortable. I believe that was the very first time I've ever spoke to him face-to-face like that. (We're the same height.)We spoke for a good few minutes and the flow of the conversation was just "easy flowing". I spoke to him of why I began writing letters, but he was okay with it. I think he admired how I wanted to be open and honest with him. We were really cool in eachother's presence, but deep down I was really happy and excited. You want to know something, though? I've still haven't spoke his name to him. You know, say his name. He's already calling me by my name and at the end of the conversation, he said, "Alright, I'll be seeing ya, Anthony." All I ever said was, "Bye." Sometimes, I wonder if he's ever anxious to hear me speak his name or anxious for me to call him? Hmmm? If he ever asks me why haven't I called, then I'll call. Let's just see what happens. Dreamy-Eyez, out.
Hey Archer,
I really hope that Saggie luck does rub off on me. (Laughs.) I'm taking it really slow and I'm being a friend first.Besides, you got to like somebody before you love them. My co-workers are already asking me what do I write in my letters, but it's only friendly. I try to talk to them about it sometimes, but my co-workers act like they're tired of hearing me go on about him. So, I stopped talking about them about him. Just when I thought he was avoiding the BP because of me, he returns more confident than ever. I really don't want this progress to stop. I don't mind the occasional pauses in between, but man am I so happy that I'm humbled. (Is that weird?)When I write him, It's like I'm talking to him in a genuine, honest fashion. Just this past Saturday, I was cleaning up the coffee area and he came in the store and went to the cooler near me then said in a teasingly playful way, "What are you doing making that mess?" Automatically, I responded, "Well, I would take the credit but it's not my mess." He just smiled.
I really don't want to rush things really fast because I want him to be a part of my life for a while other than being just some light hook-up. Also, on the other hand I'm afraid then when I make a career move, that I won't be able to see him anymore. Working at the BP was the only way I've ever got to meet him. I'm planning on brushing up on my EMT training from the Army and just be a paramedic in 2007. I've confided that to Timmy in my recent letter. (Yeah, I confide in him about things.)From talking to him I came to see that he's a gentle listener. When it comes to eye contact? He never looks away because he's really listening. I hope to God that in time, we become really close. Dreamy-Eyez, out.
I really hope that Saggie luck does rub off on me. (Laughs.) I'm taking it really slow and I'm being a friend first.Besides, you got to like somebody before you love them. My co-workers are already asking me what do I write in my letters, but it's only friendly. I try to talk to them about it sometimes, but my co-workers act like they're tired of hearing me go on about him. So, I stopped talking about them about him. Just when I thought he was avoiding the BP because of me, he returns more confident than ever. I really don't want this progress to stop. I don't mind the occasional pauses in between, but man am I so happy that I'm humbled. (Is that weird?)When I write him, It's like I'm talking to him in a genuine, honest fashion. Just this past Saturday, I was cleaning up the coffee area and he came in the store and went to the cooler near me then said in a teasingly playful way, "What are you doing making that mess?" Automatically, I responded, "Well, I would take the credit but it's not my mess." He just smiled.
I really don't want to rush things really fast because I want him to be a part of my life for a while other than being just some light hook-up. Also, on the other hand I'm afraid then when I make a career move, that I won't be able to see him anymore. Working at the BP was the only way I've ever got to meet him. I'm planning on brushing up on my EMT training from the Army and just be a paramedic in 2007. I've confided that to Timmy in my recent letter. (Yeah, I confide in him about things.)From talking to him I came to see that he's a gentle listener. When it comes to eye contact? He never looks away because he's really listening. I hope to God that in time, we become really close. Dreamy-Eyez, out.
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Just when I wondered about the progression of things between Mr. Libra and myself, things progress forward a bit slower. I ran into him in the parking lot yesterday and we spoke of my letters that I've sent him. I didn't know how he felt about them, so I apologized for them. Mr. Libra then said, "Oh no, it's all good with me. Everybody needs somebody to open up to. Besides, there's no one else who can be just like me." He said the last part of that sentence with confidence and even primped his shirt collar. We talked for a good 5-10 minutes and then I asked him if there was any other way I could contact him. He reached into his car and pulled out his cell phone. He said that he normally doesn't give out his cell phone number because he tries to keep the bill really low. He asked me for my number so he could call my phone and leave his number as a missed call. He did it right in front of me, and sure enough my phone rang. I felt like all of my nervousness was left behind me and I talked to him real casually like I do my friends. My co-worker saw this and she got all excited and happy for me. Now, I'm wondering, how will this progress any further because he now calls me by my name and now we have eachothers cell phone numbers. Wow, just when I thought it was a hoax. Dreamy-Eyez, out.