Holy Shit, Holy Shit.

Heart palpitations, crazy thoughts, how did I get myself into this?

I am seeing the first boyfriend ever (FBE) tonight and tomorrow. There is significant travel involved. I am freaking out.  It was all well and good until the time got here.  YIKES.

Shaved: check

Healthy Glow: check

Highlights: check

Lipgloss: check

Manicure./Pedicure: check

30 years of life: wrinkles still there

Fat: still there.  I swear I was going to diet.

Hanging boobs: still hanging low.

AND MY HANDS LOOK OLD.

Well, this is going to be a test of his character.  I don’t care that his hair is gray now.  (Mmmmm, 50 Shades?).  And  of course he didn’t have 3 8lb babies that made his belly floppy. Why is it that men age better than women?  It has to be the babies!Do you hear me?  I’m going to yell just in case. 

THIS IS A TEST OF YOUR CHARACTER.

FBE has said that he never forgot me and that I was the one, always.  He said he is going to love me up and I should not worry.  He said that he is worried I won’t like him.  He said that I sent him away 30 years ago and he can handle anything but that again.  He has said all the right things.  He is sort of a word boy, you must agree.  For instance,

he said he remembers everyone else in black and white and I’m the only one in color.

 Which swept me off my feet and is why I agreed to this folly.  Imagine meeting someone that you haven’t seen in 30 years?  Holy shit I do get myself into some things.

I’m going to take about 3 nerve pills and I’ll let you know how it goes.

Holy Shit

Holy Shit