It’s late and I’m not equipped to be clever or super coherent but I have to report. I just had the greatest first date…seriously, the best first date that I personally have ever had.
There is no guarantee that it will go anywhere, of course. But I have to be optimistic (which is a nice, nearly foreign feeling) because this date was an unprecedented level of good. Fun was mutual. And even if this doesn’t pan out, having this kind of night makes me more hopeful in general. This good will could easily get me through another year of aimless dating. At least that’s how I feel tonight. Yay. For. That.