Don’t you just love my use of alliteration in my blog post titles this week? 😉
A lot of stuff has been going on this week, so I’ve been doing a lot of thinking (not just today). The whole point of this blog is to get things out. To share my experiences with the world (or at least the 2 – 10 people that read this on a regular basis). But there are days when I’m worried about saying too much. Or saying something about someone and having that someone read it. I’m not talking about trashing someone, just talking about them in general sense. I mean there is a really good chance that I could go on and on about just about anyone and not have them read this. Except for Laura. She would definitely see it. But I still worry. Not entirely sure why though.
So I have all sorts of things I want to say about the date I went on Monday night (oh yes, it was definitely a date). About the date itself, about the guy, about the potential for more dates, about how freaking weird it is to be in this situation again for the first time in… oh… over 11 years. The whole thing is just weird. I’m not sure how to act or what to think. I was never much of a “dater” when I was younger. I always just seemed to float from one relationship to another. My mom calls me a serial monogamist. So I just don’t really know how this whole dating thing works. Or how to not just end up in a relationship. I seem to be pretty good at just going from 0 – 60 in the relationship department. I don’t really know what’s “normal” with regards to dating and phone calls and texts. I don’t want to come across as a stalker, but I don’t what to come across as not interested either. Cause I’m definitely interested.