We had a date. The Doctor. And I. I was really nervous, felt silly for being so nervous, drank a glass of wine while getting ready to settle my nerves, but hadn't eaten, so then I was a bit drunk when he arrived. Right on time.
He seemed nervous the entire night. I talked way too much, but really, I talk way too much all the time. So. Nothing unusual. My hair looked amazing (because let's be honest, that is important). He is a little bit nerdy, which I like. And he feels mid-western to me, very clean cut and honest and gentlemanly, which is good (he is not at all from anywhere in the mid-west). Good, but not edgy? I'm used to boys who aren't so polite. It's disconcerting, this consideration. I can't decide if I like it.
Ohh, stop me there? Shall I now get a lecture about how rare it is to find a man who is respectful and chivalrous and polite? Well fine. He is. The Doctor is great. But, one date in (and another planned for next week), I'm already wondering how fast it will take me to get bored. But, it was a first date. He has to be nice. Hopefully we'll get in an argument on date two. A heated debate about Ron Paul's politics. Reasons why I could never own one of those tiny dogs you carry around like an accessory, and why he has a secret passion to do just that. His disapproval of my need to read entire books in the bookstore without buying a thing. Only the important things, of course.
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