Comfy. Cosy. Relaxing.
Exciting. Thrilling. Heart-Pounding.
I am continuing to spend time with Andrew. He had me over for dinner, and then we watched some movies and did some cuddling and kissing. Then this past weekend, we went out for dinner and to a movie. On the way to the movie, he admitted to me that he gets nervous about things not going right - the movie being sold out, or not being able to get a table for dinner. I teased him a bit, and told him that if the movie was sold out, we'd figure something else out - I promised not to storm off if plans didn't go off perfectly.
The conversation made me realize that I am not nervous about hanging out with Andrew. I am very comfortable with him - probably because we have been friends for so long. It makes me wonder, though - am I missing out on the excitement, the butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling? Should I be more nervous and excited when getting ready to spend time with him - does it mean I don't like him enough that I don't feel that way?
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