Day Nine - The 49 Hours

Once he gets here we will only have 49 hours together. I wish I could say more. But I find that thought baffling. It stuns me, and I can't figure out if it's in a good or bad way. Ever since I did the math this morning,the figure hasn't left my thoughts. Once Ryan's plane lands, the timer will start counting down. What am I going to do right after?

He says it's okay. And it probably is. "It will do for our first visit", he tells me. But how can it possibly? I have been so busy thinking about how we would fill the hours he would spend here that I forgot that the seconds would fly by too fast. I started with a pen and paper to list all the things we should do, and those I should leave out of the schedule. A visit to my parents' place would take at least 5 hours, and that is a conservative estimate. I want them to meet, obviously But I would the three hours spent on our way to and from there inside a car be worth it? Ergo with meeting my friends. Suppose we spent a night bar hopping with the gang. Well, my gang. That is a whole night. Six, seven hours. I just wish I didn't want him all to myself.

I am inclined to be extremely selfish and protective or our first 49 hours together. If everything works out fine, we will have many hours to spend lazily. But in order to neither put pressure nor feel like I am wasting a precious moment, I think we should at least consider the possibility of just hanging out. Maybe dinner and a movie (my favorite date). Maybe a couple of hours getting souvenirs for his family. But other than that, when that timer starts ticking away the seconds (the son of a bitch), I will show my boyfriend into my own private universe. And keep him there for as long as I can.