In love

Must catch up.

I just returned from a trip to the grand city of Boston. Boston, you ask? The Boy is from there.

I have an email boy. I met him at work in September, when I was just ending things with the ex. The Boy was just passing through town, and I didn't talk to him much. I was in the midst of a break up, and certainly not wanting to pick up men who frequented my place of employment.

But then he Facebooked me. Of course. (I have a theory about how FB is taking over the world. But that's another conversation entirely.) Thus began a beautiful online love affair. I still saw other boys. But most nights, I came home and talked to him. Or e-mailed him.

I grew attached. I wanted to see him in person asap so that we could test the chemistry. On paper, he is amazing. But I'm a skeptic. I didn't want to put all my eggs in his basket without fully knowing him. In real life. Outside of gmail, you know.

While I was attached, I was also still boy crazy. Craaaazy. Right after Thanksgiving, I got a crush on a boy, Sam. We had a couple dates. And The Boy noticed my absence. He called me on it. I wanted to be honest with him, to tell him I had a date with another boy. But nothing happened with Sam, not even a kiss. We didn't see each other again. We decided to just be friends.

So I told The Boy that the distance was really starting to get to me. He said he understood. A couple days later, I received a care package from him. A care package that he sent during the two days I was aloof. He enclosed a multitude of things that he knew I'd love, his copy of a book I wanted, baked goods; tiny funny things that he gets about me. And a roundtrip ticket to Boston.

Yep.

I felt terrible. I was off gallivanting with Sam and The Boy was purchasing me a plane ticket? We had talked about visiting each other, and I really wanted to see him, but he hadn't seemed as excited about it, so I did not push it. When in reality, he was planning this grand romantic gesture.