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Ok, fans. (Or should I say roommates, since that's who reads my blog?)

Last night was first date number 8,793. Well, not that many but it feels like it. I rambled. I shred my coaster. (Had a cloth napkin, so the coaster suffered my nerves. He noticed the nerves, offered me a drink. Yes, thank you. That was a good merlot.)

I promised myself a Dr. Pepper for every five minutes he was late. (They're always late. I don't think they can help it... I think it's in men's natures to be late. So I made it a game.)

So at dinner I drank two Dr. Peppers. But, he called to let me know he'd be late.
He showed up with a flower. And he gave me a mixed cd. And he paid for coffee... and dinner... and more coffee.

He emails. He actually picks up the phone and calls. And here I was beginning to think that men are limited to communicating through text messages, (or not at all,) unless it's my father.

I almost didn't go, for no other reason other than I was nervous. Glad I went. Quite glad that I went. It's been a long time since a date was just straight up fun, with no pressure, no confusion, no stress, and no real work for me. Yes, I know that relationships are work. But a first date shouldn't be. It should be easy, light, fun, enjoyable, and a tiny bit awkward... and it was all those things.

And let's be serious for a minute. I would've drank those two Dr. Peppers anyway.

Get a room.

Yesterday at Barnes & Noble (where I go to read, do my Beth Moore study and just drink coffee) I saw a married couple about my parents' age enjoying not only their coffee, (a cappucino for her and a frappucino for him,) but also each other's company. They sat across from each other, leaning forward and staring into each other's eyes like two young college students on a seventh date, but with all of the comfort and confidence in each other that probably came from 2.5 children and 5,000 mornings of his seeing her with no makeup and 5,000 nights of her thinking his bald spot is actually kinda sexy. They laughed, they talked, they sat quietly... but they weren't watching anyone but each other.

I wish my parents looked at each other like that.