I's been hiding. Actually, tonight I begin frantically packing to toss my stuff into my friend's basement and begin a few weeks of couch surfing since I just had my housing pulled out from underneath me. Crying at work is so cute!
The boy isn't a sure thing yet, but he complimented my horse's pictures on Facebook (what boy does that) and went for a ride with me the other day to "help me get my mind off things" so I'm thinking things are going well. He offered to help me move after we had hung out like, once. D'awh, and now he's sending me bikes he's crushing on. Oh, did I mention that my black and white Blue and his red and black Orbea look ADORABLE together? Yeah, they do.
So I broached doing something actually date like with him last night and I think I spooked him a tiny bit. Gotta be cautious with this one. Thus far it's been ride and then post-ride coffee. The other day when I "happened to be in Denver" we went for coffee and ended up talking about nothing for hours though.
"True, but if you throw your panties into the middle of the peloton, someone's likely to get hurt."