"Pouring" could be a little dramatic but as far as my life goes, this is about as close to terrential rain as I have been apart of for some time now. I generally avoid relationships like the plague... and all of the diappointments that come along with them. If it hurts, why touch it? If it didn't work last time, why try the same thing again? Sure I take it to a whole new level, but at least I'm honest about it ...
I went on a for-real blind date this past weekend.... straight up "look for me wearing my pink scarf" style of blind dating. He knew a little more about me than him, thanks to google and my google-friendly name. (He admitted to searching.) .... geez, and I try to lead a private life!
My hopes for my blind date to be attractive were met with success (sigh of relief). First impressions: cute, tall, athletic, super chill, kinda reserved ... and nervous?!?
What does it mean that he barely touched his club sandwich dinner? ... as I was scarfing down my chicken tortilla wrap ... only to notice him not eating. Of course then I had to stop as to not look like a piggy. Was he really that nervous?
No future plans were made, only lightly discussed ... but a post-date text arrived saying he had a good time and he "hoped he did okay." I thought that was adorable. Two days later, and still no word from blind-date guy. What's a girl to think about all this?
Maybe it's a little more like a afternoon sprinkle....
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