So, my first “first” date. I had imagined it being the absolute definition of horrible. I imagined long bouts of painfully agonizing silence. I imagined every word I spoke being a gelatinous mass of incomprehensible slurred speech. I imagined her looking at her watch wondering how much longer I could possibly go on about the deeper hidden meaning of Mmmbop. I imagined the look on her face as I droned on about the benefits of Intel’s new Santa Rosa platform, a favorite subject of mine. I kept waiting for the call saying someone was in an accident and she needed to go to the hospital. And then that phone call came. I was sure of it…

I think it went well, but I’m half retarded and, well, that’s the good half of my brain. She did say she had a good time, but isn’t that just kinda what you tell people? I just couldn’t see her saying, “I had a horrible time, we shouldn’t ever do this again… In fact, we should pretend this never even happened.”

I’m hoping that her telling me to call her was her way of saying she’d like to do this again, but then again I’d also really like to see a New Kids On The Block reunion album… Just because it would be awesome, doesn’t mean that it’ll ever happen.

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