A Date

Ok, that wasn’t so bad. I went on a date.

Although I must confess — despite another kiss goodbye — I’m not feeling any butterflies. Shouldn’t the first date be exciting?

Frankly, I can identify two reasons for my hesitation — neither of which are bad enough to deter me from having a second date.

1.) He’s 20 years old. I know being just 21 (almost 22!) it would be unfair of me to judge on this alone, but I don’t ever think of myself as 21. I don’t have any friends under the age of 25. And for this same reason, it’d be awfully hypocritical of me to say anything negative about his age.

2.) He’s “into the long term.” And wouldn’t shut up about it. Ever. “I really am looking forward to the future.” “I just want to know how to impress you over the long term.” I am fiercely independent and quite comfortable with my singleness… and it’ll take some time to win me over.

But we’ll see — second date slated for the week of the 24th… I’m too busy until then!