weekends and rain

The impromptu weekends are always the best! Mum turned up on Thursday night and was looking great with new hairdo to boot. I gained extra brownie points for commenting on it,brownie points which were stolen from my 2 younger brothers and stepdad,none of whom apparently noticed Mum's new barnet. Why is it that guys never learn to notice these little things that make a woman feel good? Your life would be so much rosier guys believe me!
Anway, tired and weary parents and tired and weary me(who'd spent the day running round trying to make the place look like I'd been a past student from the excellent housewife academy)retired to bed about 1am after much chinwagging and tea.
Next morning at the ungodly hour of 6.30 mini me stuck her head round my door to say good morning completely unaware that her Granny and Papa were asleep in the next room. I asked her if she would go and check on the cat as I thought I'd heard her in the spare bedroom. She opened the door and the delight on her face was picture perfect. She flung her arms around her Grandparents (who she hasn't seen for months)and proceeded to offer everyone a cup of tea in bed (I have her well trained now)
After tea and breakfast sadly mini me had to go to school, so after much hugging and promises of visits in the summer hols,off we went.
Now Mum and Stepdad were off to my Uncle's birthday party some 90miles away and were just stopping off at me on the way, but when I got back from the school run,Mum suggested that me and mini me come and join them on the saturday for the party! It hasn't stopped raining for 2weeks and everyone's a bit down in the mouth about it,and BF was away at the weekend so I thought it'd be a great idea to cheer us up and meet up with some family I haven't seen in way too long. Mini me would just be delighted that she was getting to stay up past 8o'clock.
So off we went on the saturday,air bed and duvet packed in the back,2 packets of crisps for the journey and mini me navigating (she is an expert at reading AA routefinder pages) and we turned up at our destination 2hours later ready to party. And party we did!!
The was a spanish theme to the evening so there was plenty of good food and Sangria, a proper Flamenco dancer, who danced for 2 hours and got us all learning the steps (after a few jugs of Sangria this was quite an achievement believe me)Mini me informed me that the dancer would have sponges inside her shoes, as I'd commented there was no way a normal person would have been able to sustain that amount of foot stamping for that length of time. Mini me and me had joined in with the theme as much as we could what with the very short notice,so both had our hair tied back with roses in it, she had a lovely long skirt with frills round it and looked a picture. After a few drinks I didn't look such a picture but hey I was having fun.
When we left at around midnight,I was slightly tipsy and mini me was tired but happy. It was still pouring with rain but this time it wasn't dampening our spirits. We'd had a great weekend,we danced,we spent time with family (some of whom mini me had never met) and I was glad I'd decided to be a bit impulsive.

Impulse

Right, slept much better last night after 2hours cycling, so for those of you who want to know here's what happened with my date-those who don't I'm going to tell you anyway!
As you know the night ended with 'that kiss', and also him asking me what I was doing after work the day after (saturday), as it was my last day there. As I had no plans and work on my own when I'm there, I said this to him. He suggested meeting me after work for a quick drink! Before I could say 'blimey you're keen boyoh' the aftermath of the kiss took over and the endorphins made my mouth say 'yeah that would be great!'. My brain however was screaming at me, 'Woah there Nelly!' For up until recently it has been my plan to move back to Scotland from England and not to get involved with anyone, and as I found out that he's moving to USA in about a year I thought he was ideal as he obviously wasn't looking to form any lasting relationship either.
This was all great you see because I have a tendency to get carried away with the whole romance of a situation and I forget that it's oh so easy to fall for the right lines, actions etc. So far this complete stranger had done everything girls dream of: He complimented me, was gentlemanly the first night we met (know's a lot of people and went round introducing me to everyone in the members only club I'd blagged my way into)went to my shop on the Sunday and posted a note through the door saying he would love to take me out to dinner, then turns up at my door on said date in his Lamborghini!, sorry did I forget to mention that bit hehe (very uncomfortable car and so bloody noisy though)and then turns out to be a really quite interesting guy who I could chat easily with, who also, it turns out, lives in the same village as me!
So anyway, he turns up at my shop the next day and after impulsively buying a lot of lovely and expensive pieces!, we go for a very nice drink, only for an hour or so, then we both head off home, kiss (again, great) and he says he'll call. Now at this point I should have seen the impulsive tendencies he obviously has. All the signs are there but those endorphins are sneaky little critters, and can con their way into the toughest of brain cells. So I thought great.
So the rest of that week I have nothing going round in my head except loveliness ,and surprise surprise..............He called, in fact he not only called he sent little texts asking how my day was, sent lots of these 'x' and this happened daily!.He called me every evening and was equally lovely.Now because I've been out of the dating game for so long I had no idea that this was not usual, I just thought it was really sweet until the Thursday! Thursday's when his impulsive nature became oh so apparent.
He texts me in the afternoon seeing how my day was, and asks if I'm free to talk later, and as he'd been doing this for the last 2weeks I thought nothing of it (in this time I'd only initiated contact twice).
So he calls me later and the conversations going fine and then I get the speech...............'listen I think we should maybe cool it for a bit, I really don't think it's fair on either of us to get involved as you're moving, I'll give you a call in a week or so and we'll talk about it over dinner, ok'
Well blow me down, I didn't see that coming. Here was me having a nice time and thinking only on a day to day basis and this guy,in his head, had us married off in a fortnight. I suddenly realised that I was an impulse gone wrong. He'd thought sod it I'll go out with her even though she's going it'll be fun(I told him this on the very first night) but here he was talking about getting 'Involved'. Now I don't know if that was just a 'let her down gently' line (which I wasn't involved enough to need!) or if he really was getting involved and thinking WAY too much. But correct me if I'm wrong he was the one doing all the chasing, at no point did I suggest to him it was anything other than really good?
fun, I merely responded to encouragement given. Maybe you guys can help out with this one, what happened