I have a date this Friday night. What is, arguably, my first date ever, actually. No one's ever asked me out - there has always been sneaking around, or "hey, I'm going here with friends, want to join?" or blind dates or group dates. But I met a guy at a Halloween costume contest this past Friday night, and somehow we started talking, and then we made out. And then he asked for my number! And....actually contacted me! He's adorable. He was dressed as Waldo, and I suspect that's what drew my eye to him - I mean, after all, we're trained from an early age to find Waldo in a crowd, aren't we?
Anyway, we've been texting for the last couple of days, and he asked me out. Or rather, if I'd like to come to the countryside, a.k.a., suburbia, where he is. I'm assuming it's because my husband still lives in the house, at least this week. He's out as of next week. But anyway, Waldo's going to plan something and we're going to hang out.
I'm excited, nervous, excited! I get little butterflies in my stomach when he says anything particularly cute, and sometimes even when I get a notification that I have a new text message. He's cute, and funny. If anything, it's nice to have a first kiss again, and nice to have a first date (even if it's my first date ever!). It's nice to think about what I'm going to wear, to flirt with someone, to make little innuendos and blush at his.
So, here's to Waldo, and my first date ever. Let's hope it goes well!
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