You're cheeky today. What do you mean today? I'm cheeky every day.

Someone recently asked me, "How do you get involved in these sort of situations?"  Hell if I know, I was just sitting in my house minding my own business when someone pimped me out on Facebook.  So now, I've been chatting for over a month with a citizen of the United Kingdom, and come April, he will be boarding a plane and crossing the Atlantic.  I have scheduled vacation a month earlier than I normally would and I've been trying to think of fun things to do and interesting places to take him.  Being a creature of annoying habit, I've found this turn of romantic events both engaging and slightly uncomfortable.  April is not my preferred month to go on holiday.  Late May, early June and anytime in October are my favorite times of year to vacate work, but I'm going to make an exception for this guy, at least once.  If, after spending a week with him, I find that we lack chemistry and/or compatibility, I will chalk the experience up to taking a chance, and for that I get a gold star.  If we do have chemistry and don't wish to kill one another within days, we could be facing something more serious.  He's so much more romantic than I am, and that will require more effort on my part if things become serious.  If we get along like peas and carrots, I will have to think of sweet things to do for him, or naughty things to do to him.  God help me, because my previous boyfriend told me that I was the least romantic girl he had ever met.  I thought being less romantic was a positive trait to have as a woman, but apparently that is not so when dealing with a man who values romance.  Personally, I value people who don't add to my daily annoyances. 

Perhaps to offset possible rejection upon our first physical meeting, I've been steadily relaying to him all of my unattractive features and traits.  He keeps telling me that it makes him sad to hear me talk negatively about myself.  I tell him I'm not being negative, I'm being realistic.  In the event I have to reject him, I would rather do that before his plane ever lands, so I've thrown all my romantic deal breakers right out front -- I don't date smokers, I cannot live with pets, and I'm never EVER leaving the South.  Those are my big three, the rest are negotiable.  So far, I've not been able to shake him.

Only a week in April will tell us what we both need to know.

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