The Job

Here I am head over heels for a guy for the first time in years. I mean, I am actually crazy about the Principal. He's smart, funny, kind, dorky, sexy, interesting, focused, gentle, giving, great cook, considerate, cute, good looking... I could go on. He breaks my heart a little just being around him.

The job from far, far away contacted the Principal moving forward. They wanted to do the background check and took the job posting off the internet. Translation: The Principal is in the top running. My wonderful, fabulous boyfriend is most probably moving to another state. Half of me wanted to jump up and down because I know how much he wants this opportunity. The other half of me wanted to call in sick to work, sleep wrapped in my biggest quilt until after noon when it would be acceptable to start drinking.

But I went to work and I was excited for him. The cheeky bastard.

I decided to try an experiment later in the day. Tell the Principal I miss him. Weird, I know. Normal couples have no issue saying something so smarmy but its like we're allergic to even private displays of affection. And we've been dating for 7 months. So I texted him that I missed having him and his cat-hater dog around. It had only been a few days since they were over, but I really did miss them.

He responded with a smiley face. Automatically I went back into my "fuck technological communication" mode. Seriously? Smiley face? In the olden days would he have drawn a smiley face in lieu of a letter that traveled hundreds of miles to get to me? Just a smiley face?Grrr.... This will never work in another state.

The next day, however, the Principal asked if he could bring the dog over while he went to class. I got to see them both, hang out for a while. Kiss that wonderful boyfriend who will soon be very inaccessible. I think, maybe, he missed me too. But I'm probably just being used to babysit anxious dog because I'm a sucker. Hmph..

When the Principal returned from his class to reclaim the mutt, we sat out on the patio and chatted. He talked about making the move to small town USA and how at first he was worried, but now thinks he will really like the quiet. I tried not to look terrified.

There was talk of buying a house, moving up in the company (that had not yet given him an offer letter) and then there was mention of how he will be able to make copious amounts of moeny and I will never have to work again. What?!? He amended that with "Unless you want to have a dance studio of your own."

My eyes probably bugged out of my head and this time I was the one waving my arms around trying to get rid of the topic. Could the Principal be telling me in that one little sentence how committed he is emotionally? Is this his equivalent to "I love you"?

Even as my heart began to soar it crashed back down to reality. Was this as good as its going to get? Am I going to have to analyze every conversation I ever have with this man to kind of think I maybe know what he's feeling?

The Principal asked why I was snickering and shaking my head. I shrugged my shoulders.

And told him not to worry about it.