And then, I met Jason.
Jason and I met at the university gym. He was doing planks on the mat; I was doing floor stretches. Unlikely time and place, and more so--nobody looks attractive when they are heaping hot messes of sweat. He was a business school student, and though there were no overlaps between either of our programs, we were already indirectly networked through the MD/MBA joint program on campus.
We said our names to each other exactly once. A couple of guys approached him soon after, and feeling like I didn't want to intrude, I left and said goodbye.
Later that night, I found an email from him. I had no understanding of how he got my email, but the stalking that he had to accomplish to find my email address and add me on Facebook (despite me being almost impossible to find) was somewhat flattering and less creepy.
Two weeks later, I'm sleeping over, we're cooking breakfast, and making Valentine's Day plans. This is moving so fast. How did we get here? Where are we heading?
He's moving to New Jersey in June after he finishes his program.
June is four months from now. We've got time.
But do I want time? I don't want to fall for him--this can't end well.
I can't leave California, and I would never ask him to stay. I know I'm over-thinking this, but as defensive, guarded, and as afraid as I am of my own emotions, the thought of emotionally investing in something, someone for the short term is mortifying.
Take things slowly--breathe.
Taking a deep breath,
Shopgirl.
