2/25

Today, I got asked on a date!

This was in equal parts exhilarating and terrifying. This is the first time I've been asked out since returning from Ukraine and truth be told, A - the guy from the RPCV dinner last week - left me a message on Sunday but I was too scared to listen to it. I'm not above letting calls go to voicemail while holding the phone in my hand, but I only do that when I really don't want to talk and this time I was honest-to-God busy. I was working, then at out with friends, then writing a last minute news story, then doing the show . . . and I didn't get home until 7pm.

I totally could have called him back but I'm a chicken so I didn't.

Instead, I called a dear friend and word vomited all my excuses and past dating baggage to her and when I finally stopped talking she said, "So . . . you're going to call him back?" and I said "Yes."

That seems like would be pretty cut and dry right? Let me tell you, it's not. Dating is like defending a thesis you didn't write; it's all reading between the lines and trying to give the right answers while concealing the fact that you have no idea what the subject is. I am not good at that. My outside may be calm and composed, but my inside is FREAKING THE HELL OUT.

To make a long story short, there was a second phone call and a lot of frenzied texting, but I did call him back and did manage to make it through the conversation okay. There were only two moments of "oh-my-god-stop-talking-now-you're-babbling" which, all things considered, is pretty good.

So I have a date on Tuesday and I'm sure you'll hear all about it later :)