I'm going out on my first date this Saturday.
Yeah, you heard me right--my first date. (That's right. I'm 25 and I have never dated!)
I'm going out with a guy who graduated from high school with me--a guy I had never known until my friend from work told me about him a couple of weeks ago. (In high school, I was stuck on this guy who wanted nothing to do with me, and I was so consumed with him that I didn't notice anyone who would have given me the time of day, so unfortunately, I don't remember this guy.) She told me that he thought I was cute. :)
When I heard this, I was like, "Wow. I'm glad you waited seven years to tell me this, bro." But I knew I needed to give the guy a break. He was probably just nervous--I know I would have been if it was the other way around--and he couldn't work up the nerve to talk to me.
Eventually, my friend got him on the phone with me and I gave him my number. He's called a couple of times since then. We talked a bit, then we set up a dinner date for Saturday.
It makes me happy when I think about this, because I think about all the things that have been happening for me so far. I didn't think it would, but 2007 has turned out to be a great year for me--I moved into my first apartment (I had lived with my older sister for three years before then), I'm back in school (I actually started back last fall), I'm overcoming depression, and now I'm getting ready to have my first date. I thank God for all of this. This has truly been an amazing time for me.
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