Don’t be alarmed, but the world just might be ending. I have a fourth date this week. That’s right… date number 4.
Is that a real thing? Maybe I’m living in some dream state and none of this is real. I don’t know what to do with this situation. The Houdini act I’m used to…I expect it. This wanting to date me stuff? What? I’ve read stories on various idiotic dating advice websites about men who ask you out again before the date ends…men who say they will call and then actually follow up, but I thought all of that was a myth. All I know is that it’s kind of great that it’s actually happening, even if it is shocking my bitter heart.
But then again, I could be living in some sort of altered state. Maybe I fell into a coma a few weeks ago and everything is just a figment of my fevered brain. No. I’m certain things would be a whole hell of a lot weirder and I probably wouldn’t be tortured by something as mundane commuting to work each day. There would probably be zombies.
Needless to say, I’m trying not to wait for the other shoe to drop. I’m trying to be zen about this…just go with the flow and not fret like Tommy Boy just to ruin the whole thing.