Okay, okay!!! I’m going to tell you about The Scot before it gets too late and maybe too weird (if it isn’t already) to write about it without being embarrassed or heartbroken. It’s likely to be one or the other. OR. This will end up being The Love of My Life!!
So, remember on my trip - the part about Edinburgh? And the part about hopping on Tinder just to have a little peek at what the guys there might be like? Just for giggles? And remember I matched with a man who was so incredibly attractive to me? He immediately messaged me and I immediately messaged back and we were off and running…except for the fact that he wasn’t able to meet me while I was there.
There were various reasons for this - one, I was out meeting Hot Bartender John the first night I was there. Secondly, I was out bar hopping (and sexing it up) with HB John the second night I was there, and lastly, The Scot told me he was doing some kind of work function the third night I was there…and those were the three nights I spent in Edinburgh.
Later, as I was ending my trip, our texting started back up again - we told each other that if we were ever in each other’s neck of the woods we’d be tour guides in our respective cities. And that led to an exchange of actual phone numbers, which led to a flurry of more messages…which led to eventual FaceTimes and discussions of meeting halfway in between.
We determined the halfway in between to be New York City and we even decided together that the best timing would be early November. As in, a couple of weeks from NOW.
The Scot and I have now been in communication for over a month. And in this time we’ve shown each other our little parts of the world via texts, FaceTimes, photos, videos, etc. It’s been incredibly exciting! And yet I feel somewhat foolish about the whole thing because…well, what if this whole thing is a joke? What if he’s leading me on? What if this guy is a nutjob (and I don’t think that he is, but…) and this ends in some kind of embarrassment? Or just plain something dumb?
I don’t really think that he’s playing me - as in, scamming me for money or anything.
But I keep telling him that we won’t know if we truly have a connection until we actually MEET face-to-face!
He agrees with me, of course, but then he’s also professed his LOVE for me. As in, I am THE ONE for him!! He talks as if we are getting married. He can’t wait for me to meet his friends and his mum. He wants me to know everything about him and vice versa. He can’t wait to kiss every inch of my body. All of that.
It’s so MUCH!! It’s really so much.
It’s also everything I’ve ever wanted - at least in the fantasy running through my brain.
You guys - he is SO handsome to me. He has the most beautiful green eyes and the most welcoming smile. Absolutely looks like a movie star. When we first matched on Tinder, I actually took a screenshot of a couple of his photos and send them to [Athena], telling her that I was NEVER coming home if all of the Scots looked like this guy and matched with me on Tinder!
And he’s so fucking funny that I nearly pee my pants every single time we FaceTime. AND he is even hilarious over text. I find myself belly laughing practically every time I hear from him. It’s beyond endearing. And also beyond exciting to think that there’s somebody who’s so far away who wants to check in with me multiple times a day.
But I’m completely torn in that way where you’re like, WHY CAN’T I HAVE THIS HERE??? NOW??!! Why do I have THIS with someone nearly 5000 miles away and I can’t have THIS with someone who’s within 20 miles of me?
Because truly, I don’t want to travel further than 20 miles out of my comfort zone for anyone. I mean, 15 is actually pushing it. Why oh WHY would I even consider this guy in Scotland, for god’s sake?
And yet,. I find myself getting up early on the weekends so we can talk. I get excited when I see a text from him. I love seeing his beautiful smile when he sends me a photo of himself at his office.
This is INSANE, isn’t it??
xox,
GS
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