Well I’m off. To a wine bar. With a boy.
Otherwise known as… a date. I have a date.
I had planned to wait until January and be all ‘I’m the new Jan Brady’ and then start dating, but it happened, and I said yes, because I’m easygoing like that and not at all an overthinker. No sir.
I have very little anxiety, interestingly, mostly because it’s unexpected and I haven’t had time to freak out. And odds are low that he’s actually had time to google me and read this ridiculousness. And it’s just casual and I just want to relax and have fun.
Plus I’m wearing my favorite skirt with new high heeled black boots that are Cute. As. Hell.
Wish me luck!