So Tuesday was my first date with the guy that I met online… and it went great.
If I back track to earlier that day and relive how nervous and neurotic I was probably acting, I can even say that it went really great. The fact that I wasn’t stood up alone make its 100 times better, and I’ll admit that I was convinced that this would happen (because that would just be my luck).
We met at a local bar and shared some good food, drinks, and laughs. And I was surprisingly really comfortable, considering that the only interaction we had previously were emails, one phone call, and a couple text messages. The awkwardness lasted maybe about 2.5 seconds when we first saw each other and I briefly hesitated to go in for a hug (I can sometimes be a little too friendly — he didn’t mind).
I guess all those nonsense compatibility questions that had me pulling my hair out really worked. I probably had about 5 “what the fuck is going on” moments that night — and I mean that in a good way.
This meet up went so well, in fact, that we are going on another date tomorrow night. I wasn’t sure what it was that I was expecting to come from this encounter. But I like where it is going.