Yeah, you guys. I’ve felt a shift since yesterday. I think the reality of New Years Eve in NYC actually happening hit The Scot in some way after I booked the room. I’m thinking he’s like, whoa. She’s SERIOUS!!
Of course I am.
Now. You have to understand what prompted me to take action. First, I know how things change the closer we get to New Year’s Eve. Prices for hotels are going to spike. I’m already paying $$$$ for the room, but it’s going to be INSANE in a couple of weeks, I’m sure. Same goes for airline tickets, I believe, though I’m not 100% sure about that. I’m making assumptions there. But still! I want this planned. I want to lock this in! I would imagine that coming from another country, you’d want to make sure you had all of your ducks in a row, right?
ESPECIALLY since his texts tell me that I’m the one he’s waited for ALL OF HIS LIFE!!
ahem…
I’m leaving the ball squarely in his court at this point and vow to not bring it up unless and until he does. He knows the dates; he knows the place. Up to him. We’ll see if that ball will drop…or if it will be dropping for us on New Year’s Eve!
Now. I also don’t know his financial situation. I know he lives a bachelor life and I’ve seen his flat - it’s nice, nothing fancy but also very pretty - historic building, beautiful high ceilings, lots of lovely windows. In fact, it’s a place that looks right up my alley. He has a management job at a large company and has his trials and tribulations as work (like me), doesn’t seem to be hurting. But again, I don’t know. We haven’t talked finances.
Meanwhile, I’ve felt a shift myself. I’m not waiting with bated breath for this to happen. I’m taking a more realistic approach at this point. Right now I’m giving it a 50% chance of happening…all he has to do to change this is BOOK HIS TICKET. That’s all! And it will alleviate the questioning in my mind.
I need to start thinking of a Plan B. Because yes, regardless of what happens, I’m going to be in New York on NYE! I’ve already set my mind to it. I already know of ONE person (my old fling) who’d be happy to see me on NYE, but I don’t want to resort to that. I really don’t.
New York peeps? Whaddyasay? What should I do for NYE if I don’t have a Scotsman on my arm?
xox,
GS
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