Smitten

As if there were any question, I am officially smitten with Google guy. Seriously, it's a bizarre kind of euphoric excitement. I can't really equate to anything I've ever experienced before. I'm just plain ol' happy. He sent me flowers to school on Monday, which was a HUGE surprise. In the back of my wishful thinking mind, I thought, wouldn't it be nice to get flowers after spending such a lovely weekend together.. and not for a second did I ever think that would come to fruition. Well, there I was, teaching 5th period Social Studies, when I get a phone call from the attendance office, asking me if I can come down there. I was kind of rude when I told the lady who called that I couldn't come down because I was teaching (duh!), and she asked if I'd still be teaching when she came off her post at 1:15, because there was something there for me in the office. Of course my immediate thought is that I got flowers, because anytime I've ever received flowers at school (and surprisingly, I've gotten them a few times!), they call from the attendance office. But I quickly dismiss this idea... How would he know where to send them, have I told him where I teach, surely he wouldn't remember. I also remembered then that I just had a project funded through a donor's program, and I was expecting a brand new Digital SLR camera for my classroom... that was what I spent myself convinced it was in the office waiting for me, and not flowers, so I wouldn't be disappointed. When the flowers did arrive, my 5th period (true to every 5th period I've had before) was instantly curious about the sender. They were convinced it was my co-worker who sent them to me. He and I went to prom together my junior year, and the kids had just seen our prom picture - so they are convinced there is something more going on there. It doesn't help that he likes to fuel their fire (by asking questions like - Did you see the flowers I sent Ms. B?) But no, they were in fact from Google, with quite possibly the simplest, nicest note, "Best start to a year ever." My kids were bemused at how red my face would turn when they would ask me questions, so they fired away, not getting much out of me. And they were pleased with the fact that I was suddenly too happy to care what they really were or weren't doing.

Last night, I went to Google's place, where he cooked me dinner. It was delicious, and the entire evening was, in my book, pretty close to perfect. I'm all smiles all the time. It's a strange state for me to be in. I am really trying super hard to reign in all the emotions, and realize that just 3 weeks ago today was our first date - which I'm glad I didn't cancel due to lack of heat! I have a really hard time reading him, how he feels. I'm pretty sure he's reciprocating the feelings, but he doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve (or on his face) like I do... I couldn't hide it if I tried tonight.

Last night we talked about all the things that had to fall in place in order for this to work itself out, a blizzard in Kansas being the main one. Had he gone home to Kansas, I wouldn't have gotten a chance to really see him before New Year's, which clearly I would not have spent with him then, and the rest of this would have turned out much differently. He mentioned the movie, L.A. Story, which I haven't seen, but apparently there is something about weather changing the course of your life. I'm pretty sure I have a blizzard in Kansas to thank for what has so far been a fantastic beginning to a new year.