The rest of the weekend was a little nervewracking for me.

I have supremely poor impulse control, as many people can attest to, and I certainly bowed to it on what was essentially my first date with the man I have had a noteworthy crush on since November 24th of last year. Sigh. Naturally, I figured Valentine’s Day is where JVL would lose all interest in me and move on to sow his wild oats elsewhere. But apparently not.

Saturday at work was fine, and he took the time to 1) tell me I looked lovely, 2) give me a quick smooch on my lunch break when we were alone, and 3) ask me if I wanted to come out after work with him and Dan to their Wendy’s weekend ritual, even though it was Valentine’s Day (high pressure situation) *and* his guy-bonding night. I declined the invitation gracefully and later sent a text message telling him I thought it was sweet of him to ask, but I didn’t want to crowd him, and that I hoped he enjoyed NYC and I would miss him. Except, far more abbreviated, obviously.

Sunday morning he called the store to say goodbye before leaving for New York.

And Monday morning he called on his cell, *from* New York, to say this:
“I’m just calling to say hi, I’m walking around New York, looking at toys [Note: this is a Snail business trip – the 101st Annual Manhattan Toy Industry Fair], and it sucks, it’s totally terrible ’cause you’re not here, and I’d much rather be NOT looking at toys and spending extra time with you. Okay? I’ll call you later, bye.”

Sweetest. Guy. Ever.

I haven’t called him back yet, because once again I am struck with a total lack of what to say, except “you are awesome”, so instead am falling back on classic silence.