Busy or Blow Off?

The following afternoon when I got myself out of bed, I had a text from the Principal. He knew I had plans that night but was making general chitchat again. This was becoming routine prior to him getting to some point. He asked if I had any plans the next night. Other than my Sunday office cleaning, I was generally free. This would be the second straight weekend he has asked to see me twice… That’s a good sign, right?

Then he followed up with “See I have Monday off so I can stay out past my bedtime” meaning he wanted to stay up late(in other words have sex). See, I can speak Principal. This was then followed up immediately with “And classes kick back in so I may be overwhelmed for a few weeks.”

I glared at my blackberry, this evil little device that allows men to text me rather than call properly to explain themselves like in the olden days. There were two ways to interpret these messages.

1)The Principal, who is getting his MBA, will be too busy to see me over the next 3-4 weeks and wants to get it on one last time before our dating becomes too much to fit in his schedule

2)The Principal is using the excuse of school to start fading me out so he doesn’t have to come out and say that he no longer wants to see me, but still wants to get in one last bang.

He was going to be busy for the next few weeks? Blow off? I spent a considerable amount of time reflecting, cussing and decided against drinking before 5pm.

For our date we went to the store and bought the fixings to make brownie sundaes. I discovered the Principal has a major sweet tooth. Anything dessert and he’s all over it. It’s kind of a cute trait.

When we have dates in my area of the Phoenix metropolis the Principal was relaxing into his “stay the night mode.” Each time he settles in for the night I wonder why it's so much easier for him. I turn into a hyperactive monkey at the thought of sleeping in his bed and waking up the next morning at his place, but this man doesn’t bat an eyelash! Aren’t men supposed to be the wary ones?

In a sugar coma induced by copious amounts of brownie covered in ice cream covered in chocolate covered in whipped cream covered in chocolate… The two of us sank into a blissful sleep snuggled up against one another. I had some very strange dreams, which I will attribute to the aforementioned sugar consumption, but otherwise endured a very peaceful night. Cuddling. Which was more strange than the dreams because we don't do that.

Unfortunately, my eyes popped wide open prior to 8a.m. and I wondered what I should do. Slide out of bed, yet again, and wait for him to leave? Stay there, stare at the ceiling wishing I could roll over and take up the whole bed without the imposition of another body in the way? The Principal woke up, probably a bit stunned I stayed in bed with him, and hugged me close. We made a little morning pillow talk, nipping kisses here and there. It felt good. I no longer wanted him to leave.

After some morning hanky panky, the Principal went into the kitchen and made us coffee. We sat out on the patio, feeling very couple like, and talking about what we both had to do that day. There was a sense of ease again, that I couldn’t help but smile. Have I found a good one? I mean he does all the things women want and doesn’t senselessly flatter me.

THINGS THE PRINCIPAL DOES RIGHT

1)Opens car doors when appropriate

2)Asks me out well in advance for dates (as if he expects that I might make plans without him)

3)Takes me on dates that I will probably be more interested than he will

4)Compliments me (ie, looks into my eyes after brushing away a strand of hair and tells me I am beautiful)

5)Pays attention when I tell boring stories and doesn’t tell me they are boring stories

6)Checks in with me from time to time during the week

7)Remembers things I have talked about

8)Kisses me often

When he was getting ready to leave that morning I couldn’t help but think that it would probably be weeks before I saw him again and many days before I heard from him, if at all. Besides, with his schedule getting even busier, wouldn’t this be the most ideal way to part company amicably (from a guy’s perspective) ?

The Principal gathered me in a big bear hug, lifting me right off the ground while kissing me passionately at the door. My heart soared. There was music. I was sure this was where we would begin to end.