On September 23rd, I started my email. It was a doozy. I listed all of the reasons why it would never work out, mainly that if I started dating him - it would be a rebound and that it was a long distance relationship and those never work out. However at the end, I said that yes I would go out on a date with him.
It was a week or two later that I came down for our first "official" date - I met him at a local mall and he was standing at a bridge. I have never been as nervous as I was on that date. I had no idea what he had planned. I had no idea what was in store. My palms were sweating as I drove past him and I was shaking when I got out the car. Then we proceeded to have one of the best first dates. Our first meal as a couple was at Burger King. Our first date night - to see an obscure comic that I've loved forever, but he didn't know it. Those few weeks changed my life. I realized we can be a little spontaneous with our planning and I realized I was finally dating someone who cared as much about time as I did. In fact, he's worse. LOL. The other day he left for work at 8:15 and arrived to work at 9, but didn't need to be there until 10.
I often wonder if I hadn't changed my plans on the 21st - if we had just eaten a quick bite for breakfast instead of going on the unofficial perfect non-date - would I have said yes? I'd like to think so. :}
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