Things are... Good!

I attempted to register for fall classes yesterday. "Attempted" is the operative word since I still haven't and probably won't until after the 18th. (School starts on the 23rd.) Nobody has heard from my advisor in nearly 4 weeks, which I guess makes me feel better that he's not just singling me out to be ignored but at the same time makes it difficult to register. I spoke to the department chair, who didn't even put his newspaper away to speak to me, and he caused yet one more panic attack. 1) The class I need might not be offered ever again, he didn't know. (The CHAIR of the department didn't know!) 2) The graduate committee had some "concerns" about letting me back into the program and therefore he thought it best that I only take "established courses within the history department." 3) That degree I had been eyeing in historic preservation will have to wait. 4) Independent studies are out of the question until I "prove my ability" to the department. I left with no answers, just more hurdles. Today I sat down and wrote a fairly nasty email to the head the graduate committee, that I now feel badly about since he actually made everything all better. So... I'm still not registered for classes but if things go well (and I finally have reason to hope that they might) I could be done by December and still well on my way to a second degree in historic preservation. *whew*

In other news, I've seen the mysterious man that seems to have captivated at least a small portion of my heart at least 4 times in the last week. That seems like a lot but it didn't feel like a lot. I kind of wanted more even, which weirds me out since I haven't enjoyed dating in a very very long time. It also makes me feel better that he's been asking me out so I don't have to feel needy. Actually, the dates have been pretty organic and just sort of happened. Our first date was last thursday (the 29th) and we had appetizers and beer at Front Street down town. The second was brunch followed by walking our dogs in the park. The third was "coffee" which turned out to be beer and hot wings at Lovejoys. The fourth (today) was iced coffee. He is leaving in the morning for a trip to see his family and he wanted to see me before he left. Aww... right? :-) The only hang up so far is actually probably a blessing in disguise. He was recently dumped by his live-in boyfriend and he's still recovering and wants to take things at a "glacial pace." <- His words, not mine. After the third date he was getting out of my car and I insisted on a hug since I got that he wasn't ready for a kiss. I really wanted to kiss him but I figured a hug was better than nothing. After I got home he texted to say that he really wanted to kiss me but wanted to take things at a glacial pace and hoped that I understood. I replied to say that I understand, and I do. Slow and steady is good. Course there is something to be said for a good kiss too. ;-) He'll be back in a 10ish days and we will go from there.

I'm surprising myself left and right with this guy. I've not pushed, I've been honest and open, and I actually like spending time with him. Those shouldn't be oddities, but lately they are for me. I truly believe that you change to become a different version of yourself when you are around others so you have to be very careful about the company you keep or you could end up not liking who you are. I like myself with him.

To let loose.
To let free.
To breathe in.
To breathe out.
Peace out.