i just got home from a date.
it was an hour and a half before i even looked at my watch.
this is unheard of.
so i had three beers and therefore am a little tipsy (light weight, i know)
but these are the things that went right:
we watched hockey. i showed interest. he was impressed. after a little while there was playful touching of the arms as we sat next to each other at the bar. we laughed a lot. we had a lot in common. we both were history majors. we both like helping people. we like to travel. he likes the olympics (hello i love the olympics). he suggested the third round, i complied. he let me have a sip of his water- i used his straw. i caught him glancing at my legs (i wore a denim mini-skirt). he offered to walk me home. he only lives five blocks away.
and yet. and yet- i feel like i may never hear from him again. he went to Yale. he worked for Google. he likes camping. oh, and he's cute. like, super cute. and Tall (he's 6'4). i feel like i maybe reached too far here.
but you know what- time to get zen here. if nothing comes of it- it was a good date. it's about time i had one of those. and if something else comes of it, cool. i'm willing to see where it goes. But if it goes nowhere- i'll just keep on trying. it's bound to work out one of these days...
1 comment:
...and you didn't know if you were going to keep the denim mini. :)
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