I want to tell you…
about the adorable man I met on Friday night.
how the second we locked eyes, I knew there was something there.
that he thinks that I’m “the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on”.
that he’s told me this about 101 times in the past 3 days.
that last night he took me on one of the best 1st dates I’ve ever been on.
that when he came to the door he was cuter than I remembered.
that he not only wined me and dined me, but that he was a polite Southern gentleman.
when we kissed I felt a butterfly or two in my stomach.
how he has a lot of the qualities I look for in a man.
that he can’t wait to see me again. Tomorrow. Over lunch.
that he hasn’t text me once. He always calls.
how much I love the attention.
that this attention scares the daylights out of me.
that I pray that he’s not just feeding me shit to try to get my panties off.
that I’m so excited to see him again.
But I can’t tell you any of these things. Not because they’re untrue, but because I’m so afraid I’ll jinx things. And I don’t want to mess this one up.
At least not yet.
