First time for everything

Last night I went out on the most marvelous first date ever. (You know, I sure hope he doesn't blog. Or any of his friends or family, because that would be pretty embarrassing if they happened to stumble across this.) Anyways. Let me start from the beginning. Last semester I was in a political science class with him, ironically. I remember thinking he was attractive. I never spoke to him though. Then this semester I went to the library lab to work on some homework and there he was. And a seat was open next to him! I sat there. Somehow we began talking and what not. That night I had a friend request on Facebook. It was him. Of course, I accepted the request. A few weeks ago I had a status posted where I was bragging about my tickets for the Braves/Brewers game. He commented, and after a series of comments he gave me his cell phone number. I'm not one to call or even text someone, especially a male someone, first. So I left my number for him. And he texted me. He invited me to a JJ Heller concert for tonight but, unfortunately, I was scheduled to work until 9 PM. On Monday he asked if I wanted to go to the Cheesecake Factory Friday night (last night). That is in Milwaukee. An hour away. I nervously said yes. To be honest, I wasn't expecting him to follow through. But he did.




He picked me up at 5 o'clock yesterday. The ride to Milwaukee was nice and, surprisingly, I wasn't all too shy like I normally am. I was actually talking. I didn't dodge questions or leave out information about my past. I didn't even fabricate my life. I was completely at ease and myself. I saw a Caribou Coffee right when we turned in to Bayshore and I had to make it a point to stop. He doesn't drink coffee but we went in anyways. I got a vanilla iced latte. Amazing. Then we didn't even have to wait to get seated when we got to the Cheesecake Factory which was very nice. I ordered the fettuccine Alfredo with chicken. It was delicious. But I was talking so much and was worried I'd make a mess that I only ate half of it! For dessert I got Oreo cheesecake and that was extremely yummy. We talked a lot about sports last night too. He loves baseball just like me! He's also into football. That's amazing. After an enjoyable dinner we were off to find a movie theater. We couldn't find one besides the one at Bayshore that we didn't want to go to so we decided to drive back home and go to the local theater. Again, the drive was anything but silent. We chatted the whole way back to town. We made it to the theater in time to see Limitless. Spoiler alert: it sucks. It was horrible. I won't be buying, renting, or recommending that movie any time soon. We both agreed it was not a good movie at all. The movie ended around 11:30 and by that point I was exhausted. He brought me home and we said good night.

A few minutes later I texted him again saying thanks again and letting him know I had a fun night. He agreed. And said we would have to do it again soon. I hope he was serious. I really do. Last night, at one point, I was laughing so hard I couldn't talk. And each time I'd calm down enough to talk I would take one look at him, try to finish my sentence, and burst out laughing again. I never laugh like that with people I don't know well. All in all, the night was a success. At least it was from my perspective. I guess we'll see how it went for him if he asks me out again. Most of the time I don't let myself get this excited over a guy. I'm always cool, calm, collected, and level-headed. This time though? I just want to enjoy it. I'll deal with disappointment when it arrives. And who knows? Maybe nothing will even come of this.

No matter where God leads me, and no matter what or who He leads my way, and even if I lose those people or items, I'll be content. And I'll be thankful. I'm trying to learn to enjoy moments. So many times I let negative thoughts ruin my happiness. Just like in my classes I can't enjoy B's and A's because I'm already worried about the next exam or paper. I put so much stress on myself to find my major. When I realize I need to start taking credits pertaining to a major soon I freak out. What if I spend four years in school just to never find a major? I guess it'd help if I changed the sentence from "I need to find my major" to "God will show me my major at the right time" I'd be a whole lot more clam and most likely not just pick a major for the heck of it and end up hating it, or worse, failing out of it. Apparently, patience isn't one of my strong points.

Well, it's nearly 11 o'clock so I should try and get some shut eye. I'm meeting Melanie for breakfast at 8:30 tomorrow AM. I'm looking forward to catching up with my old friend. I haven't seen her in... gosh... ten months now. Back in middle school and high school we hardly went ten minutes without seeing each other. Okay, that's maybe a bit of an exaggeration. But not much of one, we were inseparable.


Good night.