I came downstairs at ten 'til seven.
I was wearing the same frayed jeans I wear every day, clean this time, and a green t-shirt. Flip flops. I hadn't brushed my hair, but I'd sort of, you know, ruffled it. My roommates were gathered around the kitchen table and they looked up at me expectantly as I came in.
"I'm nervous," I said, without meaning to.
Matt: Just have fun. That's all you need to do.
Gretchen: Call us if you need an out. We'll come save you.
Caitlin: You look so pretty.
I love them.
And so I went. And I was terrified.
And it was fine.
The conversation flowed smoothly and we laughed a lot; he paid for my first drink, but let me pay for his second. He walked me to my door like a proper gentleman, but didn't try for a kiss. It wasn't love at first sight and I won't cry if he doesn't want to see me again, but I'll see him again if he does.
Good night and sleep tight. I'm sure I'll have more to say tomorrow. I always do.