Back on the Wagon

I just got back from a first date.

That's right! Me! Ms.On-Again-Off-Again-Relationship-Drama Whinypants!

Plus, it was even a good date! We discussed all the things you are never supposed to talk about (religion, sex, last relationships, politics) quite comfortably. And, to top it all off, it didn't make me nostalgic for my ex even against all odds as said first date might as well be a physical clone of said ex. Same eyes, same smile, same height, same build. Luckily, his personality could not possibly be more different.

We met for tea...which turned into dinner....which turned into going out for drinks...which turned into a ride home and an awkward hug good-bye in front of the Peapod delivery man who was holding a monstrous supply of toilet paper. (Uh, thanks, roomies, for ordering a 10 year supply of TP.) No kiss as the combination of winter garments, seat belts and lurking delivery man was a tad too much to make it all work out.

So, yeah, I hope we go out again. And, I hope we can make it to a kiss without an audience and copious amounts of cleaning supplies being delivered. Though at least he now knows we are well stocked.

Queen of Spades