And Maybe That's Enough

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.

As first dates go, this was certainly one of my least painful. And, right now, that's good enough for me.

Good night and sleep tight. I'm sure I'll have more to say tomorrow. I always do.