It's a love story, part quatro (just keepin' you on your toes!)

I took Spanish, too. Because cool kids are multilingual, don'tcha know?

In case you've missed the earlier posts, you can find them here:

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

My hands were shaking as I debated whether or not to answer the phone.

Should I play hard to get now? What would we even say? Our last phone call had been just short of disastrous, and I wasn't sure my brain was up for another call like that after getting two hours of sleep, working for ten hours and driving for six.

My finger quickly slipped over the ignore button, I pushed down and off he went. I turned the radio up and coaxed my heart back into its normal rhythm.

Until the voicemail came. Oh my. Should I ignore it? Leave it there to listen to in the morning? I knew myself well enough to know that if I did listen to it and he asked me to call him back, I'd do it in a second. And of course he would ask me to call him back! Right?

It was all of eight minutes before curiosity got the best of me. By this point, it was already pushing midnight and I was as exhausted as I'd ever remembered being before. Rolling back into town, I listened to his voice mail.

Honestly, I don't have a clue what he said except for, "If you...want to come over or something...you know...you can." Cue the chorus.

HALLELUJAH!

So did I leave him hanging? Make him stew and wonder if I thought he was a bad kisser or something? Give him a piece of his own medicine?

Of course not. Because I have no will power.

I called him back. Then I went to his house. Of course.

We watched a movie as much as you can watch a movie when you're trying to get to know each other. In other words, we spent most of those two hours talking while using the movie as our crutch when there were the occasional awkward moments of silence.

By the time I left, I felt like I really knew Tim. He was not my type. My type had always been the big, rugged guys. Even the occasional teddy bears. My type had never been the skinny computer geek. Why was I so drawn to him? Perhaps because I saw then what Tim has confirmed to be the truth - that he would make the most amazing husband and father a girl could ever ask for. Perhaps I didn't really know my type at all, because that night, I knew that I'd finally found my right type.

When I left, Tim asked if he could call me. And then my heart exploded into a million little pieces and floated up into my brain, rendering me completely giddy.

To be continued...