Deflated. Already.

Well, maybe not DEflated, but certainly not feeling INflated.

I had a date last Thursday night. Honestly, I wasn’t really looking forward to this date. I was tired and cranky and really kind of wanting an evening alone. But a girl’s got to honor her word… Or something.

So, we met up at this bar down the street from my job around 8pm. I had put on makeup and run some more product through my tangles, but was totally just wearing what I wore to work — chucks, dark jeans, black fitted tshirt and cardigan. He showed up wearing a polo shirt and climbing/hiking pants and those weird toe-shoes — the kind that separate your toes. Weird.

But we had a fantastic time. Good conversation, lots of getting-to-know-you topics. By the time I went to pee after my second beer, we were flirting and facing each other at the bar. (more…)