Turns out the whole not answering messages debacle was blown hugely out of proportion by yours truly. As are a lot of things I write on here. He didn't reply for a good 18h (but who's counting? I AM) but then did. At 1:30pm. Like nothing happened, just the continuation of the conversation. To let my desire to strangle him with the phone charger cord I had imagined 500 times that he had lost die down, I waited until after work to reply. Of course, then he replied back 2min later, while I was vacuuming and had began getting angry again for texting him back at all. *sigh* I really need to cool that shit down.
The ensuing conversation was normal, and peaked with him sending a picture of himself wearing a suit. Well, hello there. I love me a man in a suit, especially when I know there are tattoos under there. I wanted to send something like "Good, now take it off and send me another one" but I feel we may not be quite to that point yet.
Anywho, I asked him when we were hanging out and we set it for this Saturday. We had already talked about the place, so that was the easy part. Now herein lies le problemo. You see, last time, I went into our meeting thinking it was a get-together. Now I know it's a dateish sort of situation. And I'm freaking the fuck out.
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