Let me start by saying I am a notoriously bad dater. I suck at small talk, then I feel like I’m talking too much and then there’s a lull in the conversation and I start blabbering on and on because I’m nervous. I also have a hard time meeting people, because let’s face it, I’m not exactly the friendliest person out there, and it’s not because I’m mean, I am just incredibly shy! Seriously, I should have a shirt made that says, “I drink to be friendly” so people would know to buy me a drink first.
So imagine my surprise when today’s lunch date went very well. Last week I was sitting in riverside plaza by the river having lunch and doing the crossword, then I dropped my pen, a guy picked it up for me and the next thing you know I’m running late for work because I’ve had such a great time talking to this guy. We exchanged info and he e-mailed me suggesting lunch.
Which brings us to today's date - So far so good, the lunch was great, the conversation flowed, he talked about his boat, I talked about Utah and no alcohol necessary…yet.