I was excited to get out of the house.
It feels like it’s been FOREVER since someone took me out.
Like The Swede in May.
I was so excited to get out of the house that I actually went through way more preparation and ritual than I normally do.
I took a bath.
I shaved my whole body – even my legs.
Just in case, you know, they got TOUCHED.
Then I put on perfume.
Of course I stopped just shy of putting on body lotion.
I put on fresh antiperspirant, just in case.
I redid all my makeup.
Then I COMPLETELY forgot lipstick!
Left the house without a tube to my name.
I know you all think I’ve been living like a nun these past few months, but I broke the mold on this date.
I was witty, and funny, and very VERY flirty.
He stood no chance against my charm.
Which was good because he was quite charming himself and I found myself having a good time.
At the end, of the date, he pinned my back against my truck, stuck one knee between my thighs, grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed me.
And was it good, you’re wondering?
Well, I’ll tell you this. . .
. . .it did not suck.