Wednesday, June 13, 2007

First Date

Today is our first date with pouring rain as the backdrop. A weather which I love (and find extremely romantic) considering I grew up with it and it gives life to my plants. Yes. Our first "official date" as she calls it. And I suppose I haven't wanted to recognize it as such considering it raises my nerves by ten. It's not as if I haven't gone on first dates. I have, plenty of times. But this is a... first date for us, and I am dating a younger lady, things are a bit different. Mind you, I'm not going out of my way as to research how it is that young lads now go on dates, knowing pretty well I will be both highly disappointed and throughly disgusted. Nonetheless, it wouldn't kill to know.

Oh GOD, would you listen to the nonsensical things I am saying? Please.

She's pretty excited about it and I'm glad that she is. I sent her flowers just a few minutes ago. Tulips, her favorite. Along with a very kindred, albeit flirty note that I can hardly wait for tonight. Which is very true, considering I'm revising the menu of the place in advance. There ARE certain date type rules or so I have been told. First, and this is all Marie's doing, you can't order anything that spatters and stains your clothes. I believe I have checked it over a thousand times, I'm pretty sure of what I'm ordering yet I'm considerably anxious over it being the right choice.

Goodness, these nerves. I have to stop talking to Marie. She is making me neurotic because now food can harbor a hidden meaning of your real personality depending on what you order or how you eat it. She needs to stop reading so much Cosmopolitan.

I have a meeting around 16hrs. I still need to get gas for the car and get my shirt ironed. I'm good. I'm calming down. I'm listening to soothing music. I'm not thinking of the repercussions of this not working out. We have amazing sexual chemistry, it is unlikely that we won't share it on the table. Good. Positive thoughts.

I'm not an easily rattled person but having Marie talking on the phone constantly, does things to a man. Either way, I'm starved but I can't eat anything. Oh bloody first dates, I just remembered how much I hate them! ... now now, no need to rush. I'm calming down. I'm tranquil. I am going to nap.

...I really despise my perfectionist attitude at these moments. I should just stop writing and do other things. And that is exactly what I will do.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Caterina: :DDDDDDD

XDDDDDDDDD

kyaaaaa! Loved the flowers!~ <3