Wednesday, January 20, 2010
So I called him. We have plans for Saturday night. Just so you know, I hate talking on the phone to someone I have never met. What the hell do you say? Reiterate info. already discussed in your emails? No thanks. Tell him my entire life story, "so I was born...."? He was good though. Twelve minute conversation (not that I was counting or anything). We made plans, quick small talk and that was was that. I like this. Liked his phone voice. Upbeat, light and friendly. I am looking forward to Saturday night and will definitely give an update. Now..... what to wear? I need to go shopping, god, help me. I hate first dates. The anticipation, the fact that I suck at flirting, the potential for it to fall flat on its face. I know, I know, there is also the potential for it to work out, but the risk of failure is so daunting. Argh, why do I do this to myself? Oh right, because I am thirty something and sick of being single, that's why.