Dating IX

Heart.

Sleeve.

I put it there. The reaction is usually, "Well I have to wash my hair." He then walks away, I am left standing there...alone...then I never see him again. I'm a lucky dame.

Saturday night, it worked.

"Hey, can I tell you something. I'm just throwing it out there. Toss it back if you don't want it. I dig you. I think you're awesome. I want to date you."

"Date is premature," he said. "I love hanging out with someone and getting to know them. So I can judge who they are and how they will react in different situations."

Well we talked for a while...a long while.

I guess I'm scared. Scared that if it doesn't work out that my heart will be ripped out and drop kicked into a wastebasket. Scared that I might get to know him so well that I might start dating him seriously. Scared that I'm taking that step into the darkness of something I don't know.

I got some great advice from a friend today, "Allison, you can't see the end from the beginning. That's why you are scared." So wise.

We'll see where it will go.