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I’ve reached what I consider a really delicate stage in the dating game. I’ve seen “Pool Boy” twice, we texted Wednesday and said “Thanks, had a nice time, good to see you,” and on Tuesday night we talked about seeing a movie on Saturday. Now, is it my turn to sit back and wait for him to call, or do I call him to confirm plans?

Now, I know it’s silly to stress over silly little details like this, but this is exactly the kind of obsessing I tend to do when I’ve just started dating someone. I’ve seen enough of him to know that I’m interested, but a tiny little hint of doubt creeps in that he may not be, and what if he doesn’t call. Plus, now that I know I like the guy, I’m anxious to see him again, and every day feels like an eternity.

I’ve tried to distract myself with work, and seeing friends, but when dating someone new, they always manage to find their way into your thoughts and distract you with crazy questions. What’s he doing right now? Is he trying to decide when to call me? If I call him do I look desperate? Or is it true when Cosmo and every other women’s magazine tells us that guys like it when you take initiative and take some responsibility off of them?

It’s almost embarrassing to admit that this is what my mind turns to. We’re a country at war, with important elections coming up, and I’m spending my time worrying about a phone call. Does this happen to everyone? There are so many more productive ways for me to be using my time. I could pick up the stack of books I’ve been meaning to read, email friends I haven’t seen in awhile, call mom (she always appreciates that), or catch up on the news.

And this is exactly the kind of thing I’ll try to hide when I do talk to him. We’ve all been there, when the phone rings, and you try to come up with all of the fabulous things you’ve been doing other than sitting at home waiting for them to call. Work has been really busy, I was out with friends, I saw a great movie, anything that says you have a life outside of your relationship with them.

And I have to remember that I absolutely do. I have been working the past few days, visiting with friends, and am attending a wedding Friday night, all of which he knew. If I don’t hear from him Friday afternoon, I’ll give him a call because, you know what, I would really like to see him Saturday night, and I don’t need to be ashamed of admitting that. I’ll just try to refrain from any crazy thoughts while standing in a group of women trying to catch the bouquet Friday night. No reason to let my imagination get overactive.

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