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Okay.
It's awkward.
But.
I think.
He has asked me on a date...
I was having a conversation with Adam, a mutual friend, and casually happened to mention that I liked Dave.
Adam, in an equally casual response, says "Oh, everyone knows that you like Dave and that he likes you".
To which, my reply was "Whuh?"
Anyway, it transpires that Adam has been encouraging Dave to ask me out for a meal at some point. Only, Dave is a little shy (surprisingly so, as I don't remember meeting a more animated converser than he...) and, although liked me, couldn't summon up enough courage to just say "Hey, dinner sometime, maybe?" So, Adam and I arranged to go to Sin City this weekend (it would've happened anyway 'cause I quite like it there) and I dropped it into a text to Dave this morning. During the day, or, to be more precise, the exact moment I was stood in New Look and trying on a dress for Saturday night, I get a text. It is from Dave. It says "Do you want to meet up before Sin and go for dinner?"
It ought to be known that, behind the curtains of said changing rooms of said shop, I had what I generally call a spaz. A huge spaz. A spaz that put a smile on my face, a flutter in my stomach and... A wave of nausea at the sheer thought of spending time in his company. Without the comfort of a noisy club, other people around me and the safety of knowing I could just wander off and buy myself a drink. This has not happened with Dave yet, but, oh. I squeak instead of forming actual words and it makes me all the more self-aware.
So, I think he has asked me out. I can't balance the situation and it is giving me a great deal of stress because now, I realise, I like him an awful lot and what if he doesn't like me, after all? What if we go out, get serious and it suddenly ends and I'm left in the same situation I was with Nick? Throw into the mix two very sleepless nights and you have my current state: confused, paranoid, excited, happy, scared and feeling quite sick, thank you very much.
This will be my first date. Ever. How do dates work...?
It's awkward.
But.
I think.
He has asked me on a date...
I was having a conversation with Adam, a mutual friend, and casually happened to mention that I liked Dave.
Adam, in an equally casual response, says "Oh, everyone knows that you like Dave and that he likes you".
To which, my reply was "Whuh?"
Anyway, it transpires that Adam has been encouraging Dave to ask me out for a meal at some point. Only, Dave is a little shy (surprisingly so, as I don't remember meeting a more animated converser than he...) and, although liked me, couldn't summon up enough courage to just say "Hey, dinner sometime, maybe?" So, Adam and I arranged to go to Sin City this weekend (it would've happened anyway 'cause I quite like it there) and I dropped it into a text to Dave this morning. During the day, or, to be more precise, the exact moment I was stood in New Look and trying on a dress for Saturday night, I get a text. It is from Dave. It says "Do you want to meet up before Sin and go for dinner?"
It ought to be known that, behind the curtains of said changing rooms of said shop, I had what I generally call a spaz. A huge spaz. A spaz that put a smile on my face, a flutter in my stomach and... A wave of nausea at the sheer thought of spending time in his company. Without the comfort of a noisy club, other people around me and the safety of knowing I could just wander off and buy myself a drink. This has not happened with Dave yet, but, oh. I squeak instead of forming actual words and it makes me all the more self-aware.
So, I think he has asked me out. I can't balance the situation and it is giving me a great deal of stress because now, I realise, I like him an awful lot and what if he doesn't like me, after all? What if we go out, get serious and it suddenly ends and I'm left in the same situation I was with Nick? Throw into the mix two very sleepless nights and you have my current state: confused, paranoid, excited, happy, scared and feeling quite sick, thank you very much.
This will be my first date. Ever. How do dates work...?