I just touched up my make up and am heading down 12 floors in an elevator, gonna stop to pass some time, maybe have a shot or something, to take the jitters off… Cause I’m currently less than an hour out from a first date.
Ok. Hold on. People who text and walk in NYC are the absolute worst, can’t walk…
Ok. I’m back in my favorite place to grab an after work caipirinha. Yum. I can feel the alcohol. He made this one well.
So yeah, pre date is kind of the worst. Angsty, nervous, butterflies, and scared as hell that this will be Tinder/Bumble/SoulSwipe/Match/insert other crappy ways to try to meet someone you connect with and can watch movies Sat night til you pass out and brunch with in the morning date #2019749 that goes nowhere (see Malcolm’s earlier post) for details. And so the pre date thoughts begin…
I look down at my toes and wonder why I didn’t paint them… well this was kinda a surprise, and he should know I’m a hot mess anyway.
Wondering if he is as good as he seems or is it bull like all 9374029 times?
Will this be fun? Will he take an interesting turn at the end of the night and be a baby, asshole, demanding, abusive, or weird?
Is this shade of lipstick nice?
What is cachaca anyway? I love this cocktail.
Is he the one?
Stop thinking about if he is the one. Everyone says so. Go with the flow. Be a dead fish in that way. Not ok to think nice guy is the one.
Does he look like his pics?
Hell, do I look like my pics?
Will we kiss? Ladies don’t kiss in the first date. Good thing I’m not a lady.
Is he the one?
STOP STOP STOP. Not allowed to think of people as potential mates. All the latest advice from every single and partnered person, magazine, article, self help book and auntie says so. This is why you fail!!
He wrote a book? Who TF writes a book?
This girl brought her date and her friends and had her dad meet her at this bar? Weird. But cool. My dad would do that.
Ok date. Probably, should take the train now. Damn trains. Better not be late.
This outfit makes me look curvy AF in a good way.
I hope he’s not a serial killer, despite the fact I’ve never met a serial killer on online dating.
He has nice shoulders and arms in his pics. The better to lift you with.Yassssss.
LeAnna, don’t be so lusty. Sheesh.
Malcolm would say be lusty.
Ashley would too.
I hope he calls me after.
Ahhh screw it… is he THE ONE?!?!
Time to go now and face the date!!!
Oh wait. His train is late. Better have another drink and think more thoughts!!