the first date jitters diet
November 13th, 2008 | Written by hurricanic
I’m going on a date tonight. First date in over a year. I had declared “No Date 2008″, but then, well, I got a message on Facebook.
Yes, it’s true. Facebook. I’m like a 16-year-old. An old high school acquaintance wrote me, then I him, then he me, then I him, and then Coldplay tickets fell out of the sky like a gift from heaven and now…we’re going.
I’m seriously so nervous about this I think I might throw up on my keyboard. I haven’t been able to eat for about three days. Sleep? Yeah. Didn’t get any of that last night. I’m a mess.
Sometimes I think when you meet up like this after, what, 16 years you probably shouldn’t spend the whole week on the phone and texting because expectations tend to be built. And I hate going into things with super high expectations. So I keep telling myself, “It’s just a concert.”
It’s just a concert.
It’s just a concert.
It’s just a concert.
(There, Joe. I blogged.)
Excited to hear more…
Good blogette — hope the concert and the date went well…