Tomorrow I have a first date.

Fiction-worthy irony: tomorrow would be the fourth anniversary of the beginning of my relationship with Kevin.

I realized this fun fact while getting all googley-eyed at work this afternoon thinking about my exciting and terrifying first date to come. I was very happy about this irony; it seems like a great way to NOT mark the day, to forget it and begin to attempt to bury it. We celebrated May 27 for the last few years because it was the last day of my school year in 2005; thus, it was the first day that we could date after I finished working at Grace.

His name is Scott. Funny but true. While I've never dated a Scott before, I have also never met a Scott that I didn't want more of in my life. Scotts are good people. Let's hope that continues to be true after tomorrow.

I asked him out over IMs. That's awfully 21st century for an old guy like me, and feels a little too easy, actually. A bit of a cheat. But, of course, I can't ask him out face-to-face as we have never met. We have chatted online several times now, and it turns out that he lives very nearby.

I asked if I could take him out to dinner. He tried to bargain me down to drinks or coffee. Said that dinner makes him too nervous. I find this to be a most winning answer. Eating in front of someone you don't know is intimidating, isn't it? I would never bid on lunch with a favorite celebrity at a charity auction; I'd be too freaked out about eating in front of them. So we are going for tea, and then a movie. The fine art of bartering: something less than dinner, more than drinks.

So I offered Wednesday, Thursday, or Saturday, thinking these are the best days for me, work schedule-wise. He went for Wednesday, and the rest is a beautiful twist straight from O. Henry's celebrated short fiction.

But, a date! I'm so excited.

Currently Listening to:
"I Do Not Hook Up" by Kelly Clarkson