My new love interest is a worrywart. He was trying to secure his first contract with a customer. He got so stressed out that when we were chatting on Tuesday night, he said that he couldn't have dinner and needed time to think.
Wow. That's all I can say.
Meanwhile, I had a lapse in my cold on Tuesday. My congestion went through the roof. I told him on three separate times that I was taking an early evening. Thank goodness for my humidifier.
Did he take any of what I said into consideration? Nope. Stress does weird things to him.
He texted me at 1 am my time to say that he can't sleep. Really? I said that I'm not feeling well once again. He apologized. I proceeded to switch my phone to do not disturb. I'm so glad that I did. He texted me at 6:30 am and beyond. I was sleeping in till 8 am.
The good news is that he got the contract. His very first one. I was so proud of him.
I am also thrilled that I don't have to deal with his crazy, worried text messages. I, too, can sleep well tonight.
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