So, I guess a lot of you are probably wondering how my old-fashioned date went -- what was it, two weeks ago? The simple answer is, it was great. Homemade root beer in chilled glasses, sharing a hot fudge sundae, abstractly scored mini golf, Cars 2 (which turned out to be a greater movie than I dared anticipate, full of puns and hilarious references). He drove me home and walked me to my door and went home. Truly novel. I can't remember the last time somebody was happy just holding my hand.
Maybe when I was 5 and I couldn't cross the street solo.
OK, I'm exaggerating. But seriously, it's so refreshing to spend time with a really cute, really funny guy who really just enjoys being around me instead of holding out for night to fall, as it were. And the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. I'm surprised by him every day, and so far they're only good surprises. I can tell that I'm still relatively guarded, like I can hardly believe that he's real and not just fronting. But I do believe it, when it comes down to it. And right now I'm just in awe. Which is mainly why I haven't written in almost a week: I'm dazed from the heat and a series of really great dates.
Maybe when I was 5 and I couldn't cross the street solo.
OK, I'm exaggerating. But seriously, it's so refreshing to spend time with a really cute, really funny guy who really just enjoys being around me instead of holding out for night to fall, as it were. And the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. I'm surprised by him every day, and so far they're only good surprises. I can tell that I'm still relatively guarded, like I can hardly believe that he's real and not just fronting. But I do believe it, when it comes down to it. And right now I'm just in awe. Which is mainly why I haven't written in almost a week: I'm dazed from the heat and a series of really great dates.
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