If you follow me on twitter, you may remember me asking this question. Here’s what prompted it:

I saw my phone blinking with Kevin’s name.

“Hello?”

“Heeey CeCe… what’s up?”

“Nothing, what are you doing?”

“Well, its Grants birthday! Remember Grant?”

“Of course I do,” Grant was one of Kevin’s best friends. I’d met him while I was home.

“Grant likes you a lot,” Kevin said. “I just thought I should call you…”

I listened for a while as he rambled some really funny and really sweet things. This was the first time I’d received a “drunk dial” from Kevin and as our conversation continued, I couldn’t stop laughing. It was quite entertaining….

The drunk dial happened after I’d been back in New York for about 3 weeks. Things with Kevin had been going well considering we lived on opposite sides of the country. During the first week I wasn’t sure if what happened over the holidays was a fling or if we were going to explore things. I was fine either way, but I figured I should make it clear to Kevin that although I was returning to the big city, he was welcome in my life.

After a few days of random text messaging, our first long distance conversation ended with me trying to find the right words. “Well, I just wanted to like, check in,” I said after a few minutes of chit chat. “and you know… if we’re going to be, um… ‘friends’ you should, like… call me sometimes.” (My Valley Girl accent comes out when I’m nervous… don’t judge me!)

“Definitely! …I’m sorry,” he replied.

“No, its totally, cool…”

“Alright, Celeste I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Sounds good, bye.”

He knew that he was welcome to call. What he did from there was up to him. I figured I’d give it a week.

Eight days later, Kevin called. We talked for a little bit, but I had to cut the conversation short because I wasn’t at home. I called him back later that day and then over the next few days and weeks we slowly got into a phone routine. He’d call, regularly and we would talk about anything and everything. Although we have a strong history, knowing him from age 5-13 didn’t mean I knew him as an adult. We were learning about each other and it was fun.

When I hung up from the drunk dial I could feel myself going into girly mode. Aww, he’s thinking about me… which is why I sent out an SOS via twitter. I got some solid answers to my question from some of the male dating bloggers like @singlecityguy and @DatingRev and then @TheZaftigLife put what I was thinking into words when she said “I believe drunk words = sober thoughts.”

Of course, we don’t want the drunk dials to become a regular thing (and they haven’t). But it did give me some insight to where I was in Kevin’s mind (at the forefront, woot woot!). Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about starting a long distance relationship, but I have no complaints and I’m not rushing to define things, I like watching them slowly unfold.