When Can I See You Again?

I met up with eGuy (aka The Biker) on Friday night. We met for coffee after he got done with work, which was about 10:30pm. Of course I was nervous, but I'm getting to the point where I'm no longer devastated if someone I just met doesn't like me. Eh, maybe I'm growing up.

Anyway, we met, he gave me a hug, it was nice, we talked for 2 hours, then called it a night. I got in my car and drove home and thought about the evening. He was sweet, kind, respectful and courteous. All wonderful qualities that I require from people I spend any time with. He was also adorable, cute, funny, intelligent, and handsome. BONUS! We really seemed to click, but I rarely trust my own judgment anymore. I just can't seem to read the signs like I should be able to.

I went home, slipped into my pajamas and crawled into bed. I was reviewing the events of the night when I got a text from him. "I had a great time tonight." ACK! I wasn't expecting to hear from him so soon. What does that mean? I guess it means he had a good time. I responded with "Me too :)" I figured that was enough to let him know that I also had a good time, but without becoming my usual insane self.

I got back the following text: "When do I get to see you again?"

WOOHOO!!!! This must mean he really truly did have a good time and wasn't just being nice in the previous message. (see how my insane brain works?)

We made plans for the next day and I drifted off to sleep thinking that it's possible that for once I didn't come across as a raving lunatic on a date. Or maybe he just likes that.