Dinner at 8

It is an actual date.

Just got off the phone with her, and we set the time and place.

Talking to her is very comfortable. I'm glad we had these phone chats before, because you can hear the comfort in both of our voices.

She asked if I picked a spot, and I had. She liked the choice.

I then asked what time, and proposed a time based on how I know she goes to bed early. I think she actually appreciated that.

Then, I asked if she wanted to meet there, or have me pick her up. I fully intended meet there. My god, I drive a Metro. Why would I want to show that off. Plus, I figured she would want to meet there for her own comfort.

She said why don't you pick me up. She lives on the east side, like me, so it did seem rather natural. So, now I am picking her up. Wow.

I am both super calm, because it has always been pretty easy with her, and kind of uber nervous, because this is it. I'm back in it.

I keep focusing on the fact that she is probably more nervous than I, and I am going to go out to dinner, which I love to do, but never get to do.

Enjoy myself, and just be me, and bam! How can I lose.

I better go clean my car.