Last Night = Date Night

It's times like these when my excitement and general giddiness get the best of me and I feel the need to just delve right in, rather than offering up a fancy intro.

Last night I went out for the first time with A*, a seemingly nice/normal guy whom I've been talking to for the past few weeks. We started out bowling and went from there to a nearby diner. My best friend says that I should have worn a poodle skirt, since we apparently felt the need to channel the 1950's so much. Given the obvious first date awkwardness, overall the night went great. Conversation flowed and I felt at ease. At the end of the night, we both agreed that a good time was had by all, and we would need to do it again. The evening was sealed with a goodnight kiss outside of my car, next to a bustling Rt. 30 intersection.

A simple enough night with a simple enough ending, it really made me think of how much preparation, nerves and thought actually go into seemingly "simple" dates. (I'm done using the word simple now, promise).

How many shirts were taken out of the closet, tried on, discarded on the floor. How many nail polish colors were considered. Touching up overgrown dye-job roots at midnight the night before. Doing a comfort test-run of which heels to wear. Agonizing over which jeans to wear. Does my butt look ok in them? Will he still like me when he sees that I'm not a stick? All of this superficial anxiety and worry, for one guy. It's exhausting!

Luckily, I was much more laid back about this date, as opposed to ones in my past. Rather than putting so much stock into it, I realized that if nothing else, there would inevitably be something funny about the date to make for a good story later. I ended up dressing low-key but classy, wearing my dark skinny jeans with a black flowy top and black bow heels from H&M.

And I'm pleased to report that the night was a success. Still, I don't want to get ahead of myself until plans are actually confirmed for a second date. We'll see what happens I guess. :)