So another guy asked me out for this weekend. We're getting coffee on Saturday. I will drive. I will go to Virginia. I hear the coffee shops in Virginia have parking lots. And air conditioning. Hopefully I won't get too swampy. So that means that I have three dates this weekend and speed dating. The first one is tonight. Ah! First date since my breakup. I am... um... what's the word... terrified. I just went to the store and got a giant brownie and nachos. I'm eating my feelings. Wish me luck.
Update: I just ate a cookie. Okay, two cookies. With frosting. Okay, okay I just ate a cookie sandwich. I feel sick. I am eating because I am scared. And now I will likely have gas when I meet this dude.
Update: Saturday coffee guy (dude #4) just canceled.
