I had a pretty great first date. Deciding I just can’t fucking care anymore really seems to be working. The guy seems possibly great. Charming. Funny. Smart. It went smashingly.
So I’m hoping I see him again. Perhaps he will decide that he isn’t up for dating. Or that he’s going to transition into being a woman. Who fucking knows. Nothing will surprise me anymore. Except perhaps several great consecutive dates. That would be super mind blowing.
He who shall not be named is still on my mind. But there’s some hope growing that I could find someone who was actually available. And interested. What a concept.
A girl can dream. And it is refreshing to have a date that isn’t a fucking nightmare.