Well Whaddya Know

The date went quite well last night. I had a good time! NOLA guy is tres cute. And smart. Neat to talk to.

He was already at the restaurant when I got there, had made reservations, and oh, the food was good, before I forget. Anyhoo. We were there for about an hour and a half. After dinner, I went to the restroom and noticed that I had a greasy splotch on my blouse which meant at some point during the evening, some bite of food (crab cake? tilapia with lemon butter sauce?) had dropped from my fork and landed on my blouse. I wonder how long it perched there before rolling onto my skirt or the floor. Yay me.

He walked me to the car and said, "We should do this again sometime," which sounded as vague as, "I'll call you." BUT then he mentioned he could drive up my way, that next week might be busy but the following could work. I thought that sounded rather positive.

On the drive home, I gave myself a talking-to about how I would not begin obsessing over this guy although he seems as obsess-worthy as other past obsessions.

Perhaps this mindset radiated some good karma throughout the universe as this morning I had an email from NOLA guy that he had sent last night, mind you, before I even got home in which he mentioned getting together for a movie.