Nostalgia

So, my pessimistic side happened to win. Again. I was all down in the mouth because I hadn't heard back from girl A in almost a day and a half. In my eyes, that's never a good sign. No answer usually means 'no.' Yesterday I went in for my tat touch up and decided on a whim to drive up to the ranch and see what the haps were. I tend to go up there whenever I get upset. I relax a lot better even with just a twenty minute visit.
I got up there and felt no need to leave. I ended up staying for dinner and eating Dickie's steak, because he left for Gillette right before dinner. Christine begged me to stay, even spend the night. I considered it. After that, we got invited to the Carey Ranch for a few games of pitch. Luke came over and brought a few brewskies, which solidified my need to stay overnight. Christine threw out that she wanted someone to ride with, despite the fact that we were sposed to get a foot of snow after three days of 60 plus. It snowed like hell, so I stayed and helped with feeding the four different pastures of critters. That took most of the day, so I stayed and, not wanting to come home and find out I'd been rejected (which I fully expected) watched a movie with Christine and Elise. I come home and find out that, in fact, my date request had been answered with 'yeah, tomorrow would work. how's noon sound?' sent yesterday at six pm.
****. **** **** **** **** ****. ****ing ****. what now? I left her a message explaining my lack of response. i guess i'll find out if I totally ****ed myself over.