So, I have a date tonight.

So soon?

Yes.

I thought about it, and I thought about it some more, and then I thought, why the hell not, and then yesterday I went back upon the dating website and perused around a little bit. I got a few messages from a few different people, and one of those messages happened to be from someone who lives in the town I am moving to.

The guy seemed relatively normal and nice, so we messaged back and forth for a while, and we wound up talking for most of the afternoon.

We made a date for tonight, and then he called me last night to talk for a while, and he asked me whether he could come over and smoke a cigarette on the porch with me.

Now mind you, I was already in my sweats with my face washed and my hair disheveled. I looked like absolute crap, so I said no. He asked me why not.

I thought about it for a minute, and then I thought, “Why the fuck not?”

Twenty minutes later, we were smoking on the porch.

I sat out there with him for about an hour or so, smoking and talking, and he seemed like a really nice guy. He works full-time and goes to school full-time for computer information systems, and he currently lives at home to help support his parents.

He’s six years younger than me, has never been married, and has no kids.

He deejays part-time, too, at a local club.

I don’t know whether this will go anywhere, but for right now, the guy seems fun and personable and outgoing and nice, and I think it’s a good idea for me to get back out there rather than stay in and mope.

So tonight we’re going out for drinks.

I’m really not too nervous, since the guy has seen me in my ratty sweats with no makeup, for Christ’s sake; so I can really go nowhere but up at this point, and also because he just really didn’t have that effect on me.

So, there you have it. A promising first date. Something fun and light.

It should be noted that Skittles howled loudly the whole time I was outside on the porch because her Mama was not In, so much so that my mother had to get out of bed and spray her with water.

Heh.

In other news, The J-Man is still sleeping. Given the fact that the J-Man NEVER sleeps past seven-thirty, I should probably go make sure that he is still breathing.

Over and out.

Happy Tuesday.

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