It’s hard to describe that feeling.
That feeling you get when everything just keeps working in your favor. It’s like when you’re on a winning streak in Craps. You just know that next roll is going to be just as good as the last one. And you’re right.
I was so nervous about last night, my first “first date” in a very long time.
I don’t have that retrospect of “how silly I was to worry like that.” No, I still have questions and nervousness, but they are slowly melting away.
The evening went just about as well as one could have hoped. Conversation flowed easily, silences weren’t awkward, playfulness and laughter were abundant.
I’d been up since 6:30, had a “coffee” (a treat for me, one of those Starbucks bottles from the gas station that has my ATM), drove out to L.A. for the pool party, walked 1.5 miles and stood in the sun all afternoon and then I went on my date. I didn’t feel remotely tired until I was halfway home. 6.5 hours might seem long for a date, but I honestly think if we’d been able to start earlier, it still wouldn’t have been long enough. At least, not for me.
It just felt right. I slept with a peacefulness I haven’t had in a while and for the most part of today I felt content and reflected a lot about last night.
It was a good night.
And I can’t wait to do it again!