Date or No Date?

It seems as though it gets harder each time to decipher whether or not the outings with Mr. C are more date-like than friend-like.

It was his birthday, so we celebrated. He's a pilot, so I got him a beautiful picture of a plane and framed it for him. Yesterday he texted me a picture of it already hanging on his wall.

I bought his dinner, he paid for my movie.

There was lots of laughter.

Some close sitting in the movie.

Still more laughter.

The thing is, we've been doing this for so long, I just can't remember what it was even like before. Everything has been so gradually progressive that it makes it difficult to decide.

Did I mention that we are both super shy?

Oh, and we only sang mushy love songs all the way home from The Fort.

When he got out of my car, I almost cried. Cried. The tears were there. So pathetic. I don't know what is happening to me.

I get random text messages asking how my day was, dinner invitations, funny stories, etc. It's really endearing, but also confusing.

Men are ridiculous.