I might go on a date tonight, so of course I am super insecure.
I don’t know if I will or not. I “met” the guy online a few days ago and he seems nice, and asked if I’d like to grab an adult beverage of sorts sometime. I of course froze up, panicked, and didn’t respond to him until this morning when I awoke from unexpectedly crashing out last night with all of my lights on. I. Hate. That.
So I finally pulled together the wherewithal and sucked myself out of drool central enough to respond, basically, with “hey, if you’re free tonight meet me at work at 5 and we’ll go from there”. Because I work at a bike shop with a bunch of badass dudes, and I am paranoid enough to become mildly concerned whenever anyone wants to meet me IRL.
Because, you know, that’s what Internet dating sites are supposed to be for. I don’t know if they actually work, but my colleague at the OTHER company at which I work (clarification to come via future posts) met her husband online, and they have been together 13 years and have a beautiful 5 year old daughter.
But I digress. Watching too many “true crime” shows has gotten me to the point where I will never. Trust. Anyone. Again. Or at least close to that. I wear my heart too much on my sleeve, so I try to put in fail-safes where I know I will fail, unsafely.
Like having guys I may go on a date with meet me at my shop. Where the badass dudes work. The number one badass is 6’1″ and built like a tank. A really smiley, very kind tank, but I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with him.
Mind you, this is all going on in my head, where it all still lives. The guy with whom I may or may not meet for a postwork coffee hasn’t yet responded. Considering I wrote him at 4 in the morning that’s probably a good thing.
So these are my musings far too early on Monday morning. Well, Internet, I guess you’ll find out how -or if!- it went tomorrow!