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THE DATE outfit is selected, thank goodness. Many thanks to C., who I work with, for bringing the perfect shirt.

Last night at church, mentioned to a friend of my mother's that I have a new place to live AND have plans for the weekend: THE DATE. Turns out she knows the guy and went on and on about how sweet he is and what a great guy he is. He is friends with one of her mutual friends, and I know that he (the mutual friend guy - again, this rapidly gets confusing) is a fine person. I'm betting that means he is also very nice. Also learned that he enjoys riding horses and recently returned from a trip to the mountains (not sure which mountains) trail riding.

Now I'm not so much nervous as I am just looking forward to it. At the same time, today is already Thursday, which means the next day is Friday, which is dangerously close to Saturday. The time will either fly or crawl on Saturday. But I should be plenty busy doing other stuff so maybe I won't obsess.

Maybe.

This sounds a bit over the top, but for a while there I was wondering if I would ever have another date. Wasn't altogether sure I wanted one. Wait, I definitely wanted a date, it was the resulting relationship that can happen that made me a little apprehensive.

And now I'm actually going on one. Cool!