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My 25th birthday is Saturday. I really think I can clean myself up after that. I can't do an all-or-nothing approach to getting healthy, eating better, staying sober, exercising... Since I am such an all-or-nothing person, when I mess up in the slightest I spiral into this crazy binge. I need to look at things more realistically and take one day at a time.
I have a date tonight. It's the second date I've been on with this guy, Jacob, who impresses me every time I see him. He used to come into Vic's, almost a year ago, and was very open about wanting to date me. I took that as a douche bag signal and left it alone. But I kept seeing him around. He is gorgeous and is hard to miss. We have mutual friends and they have nothing bad to say about him. So about two weeks ago, I agreed to meet up with him. He wanted to cook me dinner (no one's ever done that before, I was pretty happy about it). His apartment is fantastic. Huge, old and beautiful. He made some kind of pasta thing and a salad. I brought red wine. We talked the entire time we ate... I don't recall any awkward silences. Afterward, we decided to walk around downtown because it was Artswalk. The whole night was fun. We didn't sleep together. I'm so used to that just being what you do when you hang out with someone of the opposite sex, date-style. It shocked me a year ago to learn that most people our age (or the people I've met, at least) expect sex although it's never mentioned. I guess I just got used to it. Not sleeping with Jacob just made me like him more.
Anyway, Jacob texted the next day asking if I'd hate him if he needed space. He's freshly out of a long term relationship and so am I. I was bummed for a moment, but realized that space was definitely what we both need right now. We vaguely planned, the night before, that the next time we hung out, I'd cook for him. After the text, I made a mental note to not call him for a month... Not until May 23rd, at least. But then on Monday, he texted asking when I'd cook him dinner. So.... I guess space to him is shorter than space to me. Who knows, whatever.
I am cooking for Jacob tonight. Via a suggestion from a Vic's regular, I bought beef tenderloin from the farmers market. It's marinating in a garlic, Worcestershire, olive oil mixture now. I made a roasted shallot sauce and a fancy salad. I'm really nervous about cooking the meat. I eat meat, but hardly ever cook it. Especially not beef. I plan to sear it and then broil it.
Whether or not this date goes anywhere, I have to admit I LOVE entertaining. The planning and creativity involved makes me happy. I enjoyed doing all the prep work, even if the end result sucks. I'm going to wait to cook the meat until he gets here, because 1) It will give us both something to DO in my tiny apartment with no entertainment and 2) Hopefully he knows more about cooking meat than I do.
Wish me luck!
I have a date tonight. It's the second date I've been on with this guy, Jacob, who impresses me every time I see him. He used to come into Vic's, almost a year ago, and was very open about wanting to date me. I took that as a douche bag signal and left it alone. But I kept seeing him around. He is gorgeous and is hard to miss. We have mutual friends and they have nothing bad to say about him. So about two weeks ago, I agreed to meet up with him. He wanted to cook me dinner (no one's ever done that before, I was pretty happy about it). His apartment is fantastic. Huge, old and beautiful. He made some kind of pasta thing and a salad. I brought red wine. We talked the entire time we ate... I don't recall any awkward silences. Afterward, we decided to walk around downtown because it was Artswalk. The whole night was fun. We didn't sleep together. I'm so used to that just being what you do when you hang out with someone of the opposite sex, date-style. It shocked me a year ago to learn that most people our age (or the people I've met, at least) expect sex although it's never mentioned. I guess I just got used to it. Not sleeping with Jacob just made me like him more.
Anyway, Jacob texted the next day asking if I'd hate him if he needed space. He's freshly out of a long term relationship and so am I. I was bummed for a moment, but realized that space was definitely what we both need right now. We vaguely planned, the night before, that the next time we hung out, I'd cook for him. After the text, I made a mental note to not call him for a month... Not until May 23rd, at least. But then on Monday, he texted asking when I'd cook him dinner. So.... I guess space to him is shorter than space to me. Who knows, whatever.
I am cooking for Jacob tonight. Via a suggestion from a Vic's regular, I bought beef tenderloin from the farmers market. It's marinating in a garlic, Worcestershire, olive oil mixture now. I made a roasted shallot sauce and a fancy salad. I'm really nervous about cooking the meat. I eat meat, but hardly ever cook it. Especially not beef. I plan to sear it and then broil it.
Whether or not this date goes anywhere, I have to admit I LOVE entertaining. The planning and creativity involved makes me happy. I enjoyed doing all the prep work, even if the end result sucks. I'm going to wait to cook the meat until he gets here, because 1) It will give us both something to DO in my tiny apartment with no entertainment and 2) Hopefully he knows more about cooking meat than I do.
Wish me luck!