Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Sick on the first date

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

A week later the surgical nurse and I decided to have dinner. Then...my body decided I was going to get sick. But, I didn't let the sniffles pull me away from maybe meeting the one toad that turns into a prince.

For the record. I don't like princes, but I could always change my mind.

The nurse decided to come down that saturday night dinner and drinks. He already scored a few points when I learned we lived two hours apart. Wow...for me. Incredible.

He got to my house and there he was about 5'11", blue eyes, blond hair, nicely put together with... A PHILLIES HAT! Which must have been some kind of sin since he likes the stinkin mets.

I took him to a great classy local sports bar for dinner. It was awkward at all. In fact, I never felt more like myself being out with him. The night wrapped up and we went back to my place where we sat on the couch and watched baseball. By 1230am I'm beat and he still needs to drive two hours. Walking him to the door I gave him a goodnight kiss. He left. I almost ran out to his car to kiss him again but I didn't want to be dramatic.

He text me when he got home. Safe, sound, and hoped to see me again.

He definitely will...

Xoxo
**ME**

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