I’m going out on a First Date on Saturday.
I get the distinct impression that this guy expects (anticipates?) first date sex. He seems nice. He’s smart (I think), sort of funny (hard to say), super enthusiastic (like a lab puppy that I’m not quite sure I have the energy for).
He’s older, educated, used to be a reporter. The Reporter found me on OkCupid; there’s been chatting, not much else. He doesn’t even have my number.
I was also propositioned by two men today, and called a sarcastic bitch by another. All on the lovely internet.
I’m too shy for this. Wait. No, I’m an introvert. That sounds much cooler.
Last night I had a quick dinner with Special Man at Whole Foods. He invited CC along, after her dinner date canceled on her. It was good, comfortable, easy. We’ve earned it. I sat there, very grateful in that moment. We made plans for two weeks out for games and tacos with kids and family.
Some days I wonder if I should just be happy with what I have. Just be fucking happy.