  It's just after 5pm and I am stalling, getting ready for my date. Is it a date? I would classify it as so. He is taking me to dinner. As for after, who knows. He called me this morning and chatted with me while he was still snuggled in his bed. He admitted his nervousness and I did too. We talked about tonight. Expectations or the lack of them.
What I would be wearing or not be wearing (hmmm, sorry not this time). And we talked about stuff, stuff new acquaintances talk about, stuff that is mundane and even seriousness. I had to hang up because of a meeting I was required to go to and kept myself busy for the rest of the day. No time to think. Now....well....I really hate first dates. Wish me luck. 
