Well, it's official. Tonight, I have my first actual date with Irish, and I'm so giddy and excited about it that I'm nearly jumping out of my skin. This is a really nice contrast to yesterday, when I was so exhausted and over-worked that I could barely hold my head up by the end of the day. But I went home, talked to Irish, then went to bed before 7:30. I'm sure that I was fast asleep before the 8 o'clock hour even rolled around. Boy did I need that.
This morning, I got up at 4:45 am. I know that sounds insane, but meeting a new boy is extra motivation to hit the gym, so that was the first thing on my list today. Arriving back home after running 3 miles (I injured my leg in August and am still slowly building my run times back up), and hopped in the shower. I shaved my legs. I can't remember the last time that I had a date that was truly worth shaving my legs for, but this one is. I straightened my hair, glanced at my closet for any idea at all about what to wear tonight and ran out the door to come to work.
Now that I'm here, I'm just counting down the hours. There's just one little butterfly in my stomach about tonight. I find that when I meet someone that you really like, I'm always a little apprehensive about the moment that I see them next. Will he kiss me hello? Will we fall back into that fantastically comfortable place that we were in on Sunday night? Will he be as cute as I remember? Will he think I'm cute with my straight hair? I know that that one moment is all I have to worry about, I'm sure of it, because once that moment has passed, things will be like they were on Sunday night.
All of this brings so many things to mind for me. I keep thinking about the last time that I had an experience like this (The Ex) and how badly it turned out for me. I think about how much I've grown since The Ex, and how much more ready I feel that I am for a relationship at this point in my life. I think about the fact that I may have actually kicked my Unavailable Man habit, and that this could really go somewhere if all the preliminary signs turn out to be true. I think about how crazily perfect Irish is in so many ways, how he's got many of the qualities that I've always looked for and some that I think I look for subconsciously too. I think of all the people I know who met their mates in their later twenties or early thirties, and how things just happened for them and moved quickly and felt right. I know that I'm doing the traditional girl thing and thinking WAY too much about the future before I even know the guy; I also know that I will be able to keep some perspective on it and not jump straight into something with my eyes closed.
So please cross your fingers for me, wish me luck, say a prayer, send me positive energy. This could be the beginning of a something beautiful.
Lyrics of the Day
"At last, the skies above are blue. Well my heart was wrapped up in clover, the night I looked at you." Etta James At Last
6 months ago