Today I went on a date. Me. A date.
Even though I almost turned around and didn't go when I was just about there, I persevered ALL the way to the top of the stairs and decided that it would be horrific to a) have given this guy the wrong phone number (by accident) the first time around and b) to then stand him up. Why did I almost change my mind and not go? Not too sure, but I was seriously SO nervous... how lame.
Anyways, the date was good, the guy was sweet, and I didn't eat too quickly (like I always do)... I actually was slow because we were TALKING... imagine that. Talking during a meal.
I don't really want to go on and on, so I won't. But it was fun, I didn't feel weird, it wasn't akward, and I (hopefully) didn't embarass myself or make him go "seriously what's up with this chick". So all in all, mission accomplished.