What the shit? My life is the polar opposite of what it was at this time last year. I'm living in a city that I love, working at a job that is great and I had a wonderful date the other night. WHO AM I? Last year, at this time, I was on the verge of being suicidal (something I'm not proud of) and hating life. Life really took it's toll on me. Flash forward to now- I'm smiling as I drive around a new city. You know the Mary Tyler Moore intro? Of course you don't, you weren't born yet. Anyway, she's walking around the city all excited to be there. So excited that she's pitches her hat in the air. That's how I feel. I don't wear hats or I would pitch mine. After experiencing the worst year of my life, I'm not experiencing one of the best. Granted, its only January. Shut it.
The other night, I had one of those "night to remember" dates. I'd been really attracting to a guy that I'd seen around work. We casually chatted now and then. Then, he asked what I was doing after work one night. Of course, I wasn't doing anything and proceeded to tell him about moving and not knowing anyone or the city too well, yet. He said "Oh, I live close and anytime you want to hang out, I'd hang out." Dork here, just thought he was being kind. Later that day, he asked for my number and asked if I wanted to have dinner the next night. A guy asked me out on a date! Not me pursuing somebody on the dating website or trying to make one of those fiascoes work. He asked ME out. At first, I wasn't sure it was a date. A big percentage of me thought it might just be a friend thing. We had dinner and then went for coffee. We talked like crazy and had tons of things in common. The night ended way too fast. We were texting later, and decided to hang out more that night and watch a movie. So, he came here to my Downton Abbey-like servant quarters of a bedroom to watch "Moon", a movie we both had seen before and loved. It was so fun. We snuggled under my electric blanket. Its like a frozen tundra in this place. But, just having that playful, romantic chemistry brewing. The "when is he going to kiss me" feeling all night. It was so great. He's a great cuddler. Like top ten cuddler. I was just over the moon about this night. Still am. We're having date number two tonight. That's usually the clincher. Something usually goes horribly awry. I hope it doesn't end with me giving him dead kisses. Dead kisses are when you don't want to kiss someone but do anyway. You're not into it, so your kisses are lifeless and you have dead lips. I don't feel it will be that way, though. I'm pretty excited to see him. Excited enough to touch up my makeup. We all know how lazy I am. If my excitement trumps laziness, it's a rare thing. I'm just so happy with life right now. After last year, I feel I truly deserve it.