8:17 P.M.
Well…
Tonight is the BIG night.
The night I had been waiting for.
This is officially my first date with anyone I have met online and although I wasn’t nervous about our first encounter at the bar when Yvette was with me, this feels a little different.
We’ve been talking on the phone for a long time now, and I feel like I know so much about this guy.
I keep telling myself that it’s just a date… and I’ve spent a lot of time visiting strangers without hope or agenda.
Why would this be an exception to the rule?
