Regulators, mount up.

You know RCB and I are on a seemingly good path these days. We're talking, we're hanging out and we're "hanging out." So yesterday, because I shouldn't be thinking "should I or shouldn't I," I emailed him a short and cute note. You know, to start his day off well (okay, fine, he wasn't on IM and I was having some withdrawal issues).

So I wait. And wait. And wait and wait and wait. No response.

"He must be busy," I think. But, lbh, who's too busy to send a quick "Hey, I'm busy" email? Certainly not this Reluctant Dater. And, if I were, I'd make time.

But I digress.

I think, "Hey, he has a happy hour tonight [near my house]. Maybe he'll call on his way there or, even better, on his way home." No calls.

I go to bed with a knot in my stomach, after texting LC and letting her know there was still no word.

This morning, I go through all the scenarios in my head. I've already convinced myself it's over, that he's changed his mind, that things went too far too fast. I'm self sabotaging but I can't help it. I contemplate my contingency plan: do I call him? Text him? Email him? Ignore him? Note that we have plans tomorrow that have not been confirmed. What's a girl to do?

I decide to call. My call time slowly backs itself up to right after lunch. I am dying inside, sending emails and IMs to those who will listen, begging for advice. "RD," said one good friend, "you really need to regulate your moods."

He called. And in less time than it takes to spell k-i-s-s-i-n-g, my mood had been altered. Dramatically.

So, I totally need to regulate. And I need to remember, as Objection keeps reminding me, boys don't do things they don't want to do and this one has given me no reason to think that he's in it just to be in it. So deal.