weekend in the windy city

I flew for the first time on Friday.  I flew to Chicago to meet a man that I met on www.43things.com.  We've been talking for a month or so and I figured that at the very least we will be really good friends.  I've never done anything like that before.  It was really great. 

Lots of people told me how dangerous it was or that they would never do anything like that but really I don't know what the big deal was.  If he had been a weirdo all I had to do was go back to the airport and come back home.  I didn't let him take me out into the woods or tie me up or anything...  I just don't get why people are so scared to live.  I was scared for the longest time and I don't understand it now. 

The guy I met is great.  He was polite and funny and generous.  I can't say that I'm in love or anything but he definitely has potential.  Being back home today I find myself missing him and I think that that is a good sign. 

Chicago was fabulous!  I love it there!  It is the perfect blend of old and new, gray and green, grit and culture.  The food was wonderful and the weather was perfect.  It made me realize what a sheltered life I have lived.  I'm sure he was amused at the things that amazed me and that I wanted to see.  I'm not exactly a hillbilly but I guess I don't miss it by much.  I've been to NYC and DC so it's not like I'm a big city virgin or anything but the little things facinate me and I think that's ok.