Heady

I have to go back to my hometown this weekend.

I said it'd be good to take a break from each other, The Scotsman and I. We have been seeing each other on all of the past 3 weekends.

I was supposed to go on a another date with another person. I called it off because I didn't have the time to.

Was not interested to go, actually.

I am not putting my eggs all in one basket, no. Afterall, The Scotsman and I am not sure if we are going to  go... anywhere.

But... we like each other's company. He makes me smile, and laugh... like I would with my friends. I sing in the car with him next to me... I never, FYI, do that with just anybody.

And plus, I don't get a lot of nice smelling vain men who at the same time thinks that I am awesome despite my bitchy and workaholic nature.

Of course, everytime we go out, people will stare and will most definitely think :

a) I am a hooker
b) I am a gold digger
c) He is older but he has the moolah to take out someone younger.

The Scotsman told me that I do not have what it takes to look like a hooker. I am not trashy looking. I don't look like a gold digger too, I don't even wear gold to begin with.

I certainly fail at being a Sarong Party Girl because I do not have long dyed hair and extremely tanned skin.

But next to him, I look ... happy.

However, I am a sensible woman. I am still keen on going out on dates, it's just that, I am treading carefully.

And I already told The Scotsman that I want him to stay as a friend even if we don't work, in the end, which could be, heartbreaking, but hell, shit happens right?

I will cross that bridge when I come to it.

I am looking forward for a weekend of family fun and fuss, but I am also looking forward to seeing The Scotsman again the weekend after. My routine changed, and I like it. :)