Date is official. I'm meeting Smushed Andy at 7:00 p.m. on Saturday night for dinner. We're meeting at a restaurant without a counter or need for me to pick up my own food. I have a dinner date, like a grown-up dinner date with post-date drinks scheduled. Doesn't he know that could be like three, four, five hours...? That is quite a time commitment. I like my first dates to be over coffee or a cocktail, something with an easy exit, not something that has involves multiple venues and additional chances for me to be awkward and trip over something in transit.
But maybe being outside of my dating comfort zone isn't a bad thing. Smushed Andy seems like a nice guy. He planned the date and provided thoughtful options based on location and convenience, mine not his. I didn't have to do anything but agree.
Now that I think about it, it may not be a bad thing. If I'm going on a grown-up date - maybe that means I'm going on a date with a grown-up. A gentleman, grown-up. Crap, I may be kind of excited. I'll let you know how it goes.
