Why do I keep thinking it's July?

[themythicalman]

Once again, I find myself waking up in the middle of the night.  Most people would be sound asleep right about now, dreaming contentedly in their beds; I, on the other hand, appear to be unable to share in this activitiy these days.  Oh well ...

(below:  Only on the Drive.  Picture by Marx Iam)

Comments

[superjill]

Oh, Seany! *Squee!* How joyous.

It doesn't matter if anything comes of it. What matters is having a good time that eve.

[themythicalman]

Thank-you, lovely. At this point I'm ridiculously nervous, trying to figure out what to wear, should I get her a rose, all the while hoping that I won't be a completely babbling idiot. Obviously I want her to enjoy the evening, but you've seen my mighty people skills in action. I has fear.

[superjill]

Breathe.
Don't forget to breathe.

Since you aren't sure if this one is really a "date" date, save the rose for the next time you see her when you're sure.

Pretend you're just hangin' out with a good buddy like me. Your natural self is charming.

Don't forget to ask her questions about her. Get her talking more than you're talking. Not only will it take the pressure off of you, but being a good listener is sexy.

You'll be great.

[themythicalman]

Breathing. Right. Thanks.

My natural self? You've met me, right? I'm a goof! I would think that my natural self would have her looking for the nearest exit; then again, I'm pretty sure I've been my natural self around her up until now ... no, wait, I've been a bit more reserved, as I don't know her that well yet ...

You see? You see what's happening here? I'm not a young man, Jill! Oh crap! What if she doesn't realize that I'm in my 40s? Is she going to think I'm some sort of creepy old guy or something?

Dating: it's like walking through a minefield, only without the protective gear and medical coverage. I may suffer a stroke here.