A Sentence of Sorts for Kongsvinger

Today I'm going to Vans store #157 (which is about 25 minutes north of my store, #167). I am visiting that guy. For some reason I'm really nervous about this and I've been freaking out all yesterday and all night. I already know that I plan to park near him so I don't have to walk to my car by myself and all that...but yeah.

I guess I'm freaking out because in my heart I want something to come out of it but I know something won't. But, then I think "well maybe it will" and then I get sad because I know it won't. Haha. Who knows, though? I don't want to get my hopes up at all but I do know that I really want something good to come out of this.

He was the one who had this conversation with me:

Me: Hey, I might come up to Southcenter on Friday.
Him: It's a good thing I'm closing, then.
Me: Why's that?
Him: Now I have something to look forward to.

That could have been an expression of his general boredom at work and the excitement for something out of the ordinary OR it could have been him ACTUALLY wanting to see me. Either way, I guess it proves that he doesn't hate me? Right?

Oh my God, I am really nervous. Like, really. I had no intentions of falling for this guy at all. I've known him for about a year now and he's always been pretty awesome. But damnit, I can't believe I'm falling for him! Whenever the phone rings at the store, I run to pick it up in hopes that it's him. When I call Southcenter, I hope he picks up the phone. Every time I get online, I hope he's on (NOTE: We've talked almost every night for over the past week--HE'S THE ONE STARTING THE CONVERSATIONSSSSSS).

Oh boyyyyyyy.