Post 255: First Date, p1

Omigod our date went so good!

I was nervous - I was so nervous! Why was I nervous? I kinda knew he liked me. I knew he was nervous. But it was our first date so I wanted to make sure he thought I was totally cute. It took me so long to choose an outfit! The right jeans, the right top. It wasn’t super-warm, it looked like it might rain, but…I didn’t want to cover up too much haha. I wanted him to look at me like a girl, like a woman… not like an employee.

I wanted to dress fun, casual, flirty. The off-the-shoulder top would be perfect, I thought. I knew it’d been a rough week for him. I knew how he felt about the study, being forced to see these patients for $$ to keep the practice afloat. I wanted to make the night fun for him, look pretty. And haha I wanted to kiss him again soooo bad…!

So I was nervous!

I found myself looking in the mirror in my bathroom, practicing what they’d taught me at the clinic this past week, my therapists. The doctors. The ladies with the probes and the electrodes and needles. “Manifesting”, they called it. Thinking about things you want so hard, saying them enough times that it actually makes them real. They wanted me to give it a whirl, thought I could do really good with it. Haha! Like, silly maybe but hey I’ll try anything - and stranger things have happened I’ve seen them myself speaking of oh jeez this bra is tight haha and I’m going to need to go shoe shoppinggg

MANIFEST: He keeps thinking about me all day long. He’s beginning to imagine a life with me. We are perfect for each other.

I repeated that 33 times! 33 times for three days and it will come true! Or, wait…is it 3 times for 33 days? Whatever I figured I’ll just keep doing it ha

He keeps thinking about me all day long. He’s beginning to imagine a life with me. We are perfect for each other.

He keeps thinking about me all day long. He’s beginning to imagine a life with me. We are perfect for each other…

Omigod it was almost time for me to leave, haha - I was picking him up, from the office, where he lives. I’d have him in the car, to myself. I’d made reservations for us at a restaurant on the river piers, was planning on parking a little ways away so we could have a nice little walk together. I’d be wearing my red six-inch heels.

There was a little mist in the air. He might be chilly.

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