I've been talking on the phone to a guy that my mother gave my number to. We're getting along good and he keeps saying he wants to take me out which makes me squee with delight, but then again I keep asking myself why. I guess I'm trying to sabotage myself again. >_< I've never been the kind of girl that gets dates so I'm all worried that he's not going to like me when we get together. Granted, we have a lot of the same interests so at the very least we're going to get along good enough to hang out together. It would be very nice to have somebody to go do something with out here. Very nice.
The guy is five years younger than me which makes him my brother's age and is creepy to a degree. Creepy just because I have a brother his age and they went to school together. Lol. He's shorter than me as we've talked about that and laughed, but so was Stephen. I've given up on ever dating a guy who is taller than my only because the guys I know who are taller than I am are family.
I feel weird about all this, but I know it's gonna feel weird as I haven't actually dated in ten years. I'm probably not even going to know what to do, but that's okay. I'll get through it and I'll be better because of it. -shrugs-
