Working on a Sunday

I went in to work tday, stayed for 5 hours, got a LOT done. I also had a chance to talk to a friend about my week and how sick I got on the drive home.

Me: I think my bad headache was over Nic.
Him: Yeah? *hugs*
Me: All week he called 2 and 3 times a day, sent emails, poems. I've avoided seeing him this weekend. I'm so not ready for this.
Him: Isn't that annoying? Someone trying so hard to vie for your attention
Me: Yes and no. He says he is in love with me. And I don't understand why. I mean, I'm an emotional basketcase, I'm not all that attractive phyiscally, and I'm really leery of sex.
Him: That's usually a sign that you're a wildcat in bed ;)
Me: I am a wildcat in bed. But that isn't the point *poke* For the first time in my life I'm feeling very insecure about everything,
I'm questioning everything, I feel adrift and scared. And then this amazing man appears in my life.
Him: *nods* It is..a stressful topic on top of a stressful day.
Me: Yeah, it is very stressful. I feel like I'm riding in a really old rattletrap of a car and my whole body is being jarred and vibrated.
Him: Amen to that.
Me: I really... I need a hug.
Him: *squeeze*
Him: And here you are working to boot
Me: I'm getting a lot done, actually. Plugging away. It is amazing what I can get done when I'm not interrupted constantly.
Him: No doubt