Well, here we are. One day before my great adventure to see Superstar. We've been counting down the days for the past three months (ever since our first date), and the time has finally come. Now that it's actually here, it feels very surreal. All of it. The weird way we met, the longest first date known to mankind, the nightly conversations that range from intense to emotional to downright silly and go on for hours at a time, booking a plane ticket to fly across the country to see him for Easter after less than two weeks of conversations. I have no idea what to expect, and yet, I have a pretty good idea.
From what I can tell from the 10.5 hour date and the hundreds of hours of phone conversations, we're very compatible. We're similar in a lot of ways - intellectually, values, taste in music, sense of humour. But there are some pretty significant differences. Differences that I think will complement each other.
The best way to describe it is that I'm all about the destination and he's all about the journey. I like to plan everything and he likes to be spontaneous:
Savia: So, what are we going to do while I'm there? No, wait! Don't tell me, I don't want to know!
Superstar: Well, I can tell you that I have scheduled half a day of spontaneity.
Savia: You've scheduled spontaneity?
Superstar: Yes. I thought you'd appreciate the compromise. We are going to wait to be inspired, and then we will follow that inspiration wherever it takes us.
A very romantic idea, but you know I'm totally stressing out about where we're going to stay and eat and what we're going to do and what to pack and and and... Oh, yes, this is a definite test for anal retentive control freak Savia. But you know what? I'm ready for a little spontaneity in my life; I'm ready for an adventure. It is my Year of Fearlessness, after all.
So, I'm hopping on a plane tomorrow morning and letting all the other details take care of themselves.
Excuse me while I put my head between my legs and hyperventilate ever-so-delicately.
Ah, that feels better.
5 comments:
I feel like a giddy high school girl when I say omigodomigodomigod!
And, like, I know, he is, like, sooooooo cute, too!
I've done the same thing, and i'm telling you, you are going to have an amazing time. don't worry about what you're going to do, where you're going to stay. in times like these, it always just works out.
have fun, and can't wait to hear about it when you get back!!!
:)
and so...did you wear the burlesque-folkdancer dress??? Have a wickedy-awesome time!
You were right, Abbie. You were so right.
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