Date Night

I am almost twenty and I had never been on a real date before tonight.
I mean, I have gone on double dates, proms and Mormon dates, but never the real deal.
This guy that I have been friends with for a while, and talked to for a while and been confused about for a while asked me out on a date and I decided that for once I wasn't going to over-think things, I wasn't going to wonder where this was going to lead us, or ruin my time with thoughts of impending doom. (The usual when it comes to me trying to date.) I know I haven't talked much about my love life in this blog and that's mostly because it's kind of non-existent. Yes, I kiss boys, yes, I flirt with boys, yes, I like snuggling just as much as the next person, but when it comes to actually DATING someone. That's where I always find excuses, issues, glitches... well you get the point. I suck at dating. But, I have decided lately, that dating is the way I should go from now on. No more hook-ups. No more morning regret. So, I thought to myself as this perfectly nice and charming guy asked me if I would go on a date with him. WHY NOT? I've got to start somewhere, and even if this doesn't work out, I can now say that I have been on a successful date.

I was nervous as heck. 

I started getting ready two hours before he was supposed to get me at six. 

This is the progression of the night.

4:30 take a shower, blow-dry my hair, straighten my hair, try on a million outfits. Try on four million MORE outfits, listen to Pandora and dance around in my underwear because I still haven't figured out to wear.

5:30 finish my make up and finally find an outfit that looks half decent. 

6:00 Exactly he calls and I walk down to greet him. 

(He picked me up in his roommates car, we drive to a restaurant that is filled with babies and old people.)

6:45 I order the Spaghetti with pesto, then realize that I will regret the fact that I ordered something so messy and green and garlic-y all night.  

7:30 We drive around and look at Christmas lights and get wonderfully lost.

(He holds my hand)

8:30 We find our way back to his apartment and turn on Anchorman and cuddle on the couch. 

(A few smooches are given and received)

9:30 I walk home in a state of bliss. 

(He offered to walk me home but I live about a block away so I told him no.)

...And instantly run into my roommate and our friend who make me rehash the whole evening so they can make fun of me.

10:00 Write a blog about the whole experience. 

Ready for the big night.

Funny thing, my roommate got home right as I was self-timing a picture of myself in our kitchen... Awkward...

SOoooo happy! First successful date completed!

Watch out fellas' I know what I'm doing now, I am a pro!

Night, night. I'm going to watch Vampire Diaries and go to sleep in a cloud of happiness.