I had a first date last night. It was just really, really great.
Here’s how great it was — when I was driving home, I was all like… Just dweebing-out in the car — smiling and shit… I drove right past my own house.
I’ve been living there since March. There are street lights. My porch light was on. I got juuuust past it and looked to the left like, “Wait… Is that my house?”
/faceslap
It was THAT good. Okay, you with me?
And it was just simple. Dinner then coffee. Conversation and laughter. All capped off with a chilverous walk back to my car and some very sweet and surprising kisses.
I got home and popped onto facebook real quick because I’m addicted (It’s like crack! I’m like, “25 updates? I’ve only been gone four hours!”) and he was online and we spoke for a bit.
He said he was nervous and I’m all, “Why?” And the he reminds me that I’m Jami, of Date Wrecks.
Dur.
I forget about that sometimes. Honestly!
And it was so cute — he said, “When can I see you again?” followed quickly by, “I mean, may I see you again?” Haha! CUTE! So.damn.cute.
It’s nice. Fuck the whole three-day date rule. I know that I don’t want to wait three days to see him again.
So, we’re supposed to do something tonight.
Ahhh… THIS is good dating.
