Date Night
Tomorrow is indeed date night.
I am, at long last, meeting CyberGuy. He and I have been emailing and talking on the phone since JANUARY, people. For those longtime readers of this blog, you know that he had a fairly major surgery and several-week recovery in February. As one might expect, we didn't talk much for a month or so along that time. We got back in touch in March and hey, it only took him until last week to ask me out.
We're meeting late tomorrow afternoon at a bookstore in Memphis. If we can stand each other we're going on to dinner at an Italian restaurant.
I am anxious beyond reason about this particular meeting. I half wish he'd never suggested we meet. That way, we could just continue to email forever and always be there for each other with cheerful thoughts, intelligent discourse on news of the day, flirty comments, and book and movie recommendations. When you think about it, what's so wrong with that? Why shouldn't that be enough?
But we're committed to taking this to the next level. It's going to be such a disappointment after this friendship we've made if we don't like each other. That would just SUCK. He's convinced it won't be a problem. I'm not so sure.
Maybe I'm a little gun shy given recent events. Either way, I will be glad when the date will be behind me so I can stop stressing over what it *might* be like. When it's over, then it will be done. I can drive home and drink a glass of wine, toasting what a wonderful evening it was or I can drive home and drink a glass of wine, cussing him and myself for either one of us thinking that meeting was a good idea.
Note to self: pick up TWO bottles of wine on the way home today.
I am, at long last, meeting CyberGuy. He and I have been emailing and talking on the phone since JANUARY, people. For those longtime readers of this blog, you know that he had a fairly major surgery and several-week recovery in February. As one might expect, we didn't talk much for a month or so along that time. We got back in touch in March and hey, it only took him until last week to ask me out.
We're meeting late tomorrow afternoon at a bookstore in Memphis. If we can stand each other we're going on to dinner at an Italian restaurant.
I am anxious beyond reason about this particular meeting. I half wish he'd never suggested we meet. That way, we could just continue to email forever and always be there for each other with cheerful thoughts, intelligent discourse on news of the day, flirty comments, and book and movie recommendations. When you think about it, what's so wrong with that? Why shouldn't that be enough?
But we're committed to taking this to the next level. It's going to be such a disappointment after this friendship we've made if we don't like each other. That would just SUCK. He's convinced it won't be a problem. I'm not so sure.
Maybe I'm a little gun shy given recent events. Either way, I will be glad when the date will be behind me so I can stop stressing over what it *might* be like. When it's over, then it will be done. I can drive home and drink a glass of wine, toasting what a wonderful evening it was or I can drive home and drink a glass of wine, cussing him and myself for either one of us thinking that meeting was a good idea.
Note to self: pick up TWO bottles of wine on the way home today.
posted by KDA at 2:22 PM
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