"Prairie Roots" wrote in message
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An update on Linda's Big Adventu
My date and I met at 1:00 p.m. in the museum cafe, and I got home at
9:00 p.m. An 8-hour first date might be a good sign that it went well.

After nervously and haltingly getting through the introductory small
talk--how was the drive? where did you park? will it rain?--we spent
the next couple of hours viewing the ticketed exhibition. We shared a
few awkward moments--we got lost finding the exhibit locations, he
neglected to pick up the tickets at will-call and had to run back down
to get them, we bumped into each other a few times because we were
busier gawking at the art than paying attention to where the other was
standing. But those only reassured me that he's as human as I am,
which is a huge relief.

We ended up staying until the museum closed at 5, and then he asked me
if I'd like to go to dinner somewhere. Yes! After we ate, and I
spilled my water, and we talked until it was too chilly to sit outside
any longer, he asked if I'd like to walk across the street to the
Barnes & Noble and continue talking. Yes! So we meandered around the
store for another hour, discovering books we own in common, sharing
new interests.

When we parted, he said he had a great time. I said I did too. And
then we hugged. But neither of us promised to call or be in touch.
Since I'm clueless about dating, I'm now wondering about post-first
date protocol. My daughter advises that I give him a chance to contact
me, and that I wait until tomorrow or Tuesday before sending him an
e-mail. I'm heeding her advice and will not contact him today,
although I am keeping a list of things to talk about or write about,
just in case...

The list of things he and I have in common is uncanny and almost
scary. I feel like I've known him forever. And he is the most
drop-dead gorgeous man I've ever met in my life. No foolin'.

All in all, I survived my anxiety, I didn't embarass myself or him
(too much), I paid attention to my eating and stopped when I got full,
I looked nice in my new clothes (he said so!), and when I saw a
reflection of us together, I didn't wonder who I was kidding by being
with him.

Regardless of what does or does not happens next, yesterday for me was
the mother of all NSVs. I had a date [pauses] with someone who kept
asking to spend more time with me [pause], and I lived to tell about
it. [the end] [or maybe the beginning!]
--
Linda P
232/160.8/145
mini-goal: 159.x

On Sat, 21 May 2005 13:04:52 GMT, Prairie Roots
wrote:

About this afternoon's date: I'm terrified that he'll like me. I'm
worried that he won't. I keep looking for an e-mail saying he's
changed his mind about meeting. But lately, the e-mails I've gotten
from him are to confirm our arrangements and to make sure I know where
to park my car because the museum ramp is under construction. How can
I enjoy myself when, so far, everything's perfect?

It sounds wonderful. Give him a few days. You never know what's going
on in a person's life. Pehaps you can think of something to invite him
to next weekend.

Audrey