"And yes, I'd like to see you. I don't know what it's going to be like, but yes. I'll let you know when I get back."
And my response:
"Hooray! I do not know what it will be like either, but I am happy that you do want to see me. I do not want you to feel pressured by me. I will leave it up to you as to how much or how little time you spend with me. Just know that I love you, and I want to help you smile. If you need me for anything, you know where to find me."
Considering that the closest thing I have had to a date was getting a haircut at a salon today, this makes me very happy.
My roomie Sean thought it was odd that I had to schedule an appointment to get a haircut. He also called Mike and I homophobes because we prefer women to cut our hair. He was joking about me, but I would rather have an attractive woman cut my hair any time. My hair is very short now. The woman that cashed me out asked to rub it, so I let her.
