We plan the place, I shower and put on my favorite skinny jeans, and text my friends to let them know what’s going on. You never know with these online dates…I could end up as a skin suit! Also, it’s required that I send them a photo of my outfit before I head out the door. He calls me as I’m pulling in to the restaurant to let me know that he’s there. I park and he’s standing on the sidewalk, grinning from ear to ear. Cue the butterflies. I get out of the car and walk toward him when he excitedly pulls me in for a big hug. Here we go.
That was 11 weeks ago.
Let’s go back to those 2 seconds when I decided what to respond when he asked me out. There in my room, I thought about all the times I sat on the sidelines waiting for life to finally start. I thought about how long it would take me to get ready, how I didn’t have anything to wear and how terrified I was (remember, dating was SUPER new). I could come up with at least 10 excuses of why I should turn him down and get a raincheck. Instead, I grabbed that girl, the one sick and tired of waiting, and told her, “Fucking go! Don’t be afraid. Don’t turn this down. Have fun, Sarah! CHOOSE HAPPY.”
I did. I do. I will.
Blissfully, unequivocally, incredibly, stupidly, amazingly, excitedly, just plain ol’