J: Mr. Very-Last-Minute-Of-October

Well...I did it!

I officially got in my October date, with just 6 hours to spare.

Despite my September 'hiccup', I am still on track to have a perfect dating record for the year.

Dinner was actually quite nice. He let me choose the appetizer and I went with the bruschetta. Turns out he doesn't eat tomatoes and didn't mention it until the plate was on the table. Oops. But the wine and the main course and the dessert were all quite lovely.

Mr. October is definitely, definitely, definitely into me. No doubt. And right now, my ego needs that. I'm not sure how my heart feels about it though.

Our second date is already set. He pretty much got those plans firmed up about 5 minutes into the mushroom ravioli.

As for taking it slowly...he was having none of that. At my car, I went for the hug. He went for the kiss. A great big, passionate one. I tried to ease back as un-rudely as I could. Because really it was too much, too soon. He did smell good though...

Have I mentioned...this guy is INTO me.

I already have gotten a text (not even 30 mins from when we left the restaurant) thanking me for the night, confirming our next plans and letting me know that he'd be in touch during the week.

Yeah. He's into me.

And isn't that the way that it works? If nothing else this has helped me see that there is nothing wrong with me. I am charming, I am pretty, I am bright. I am fun, I am funny, I am (after all this practice) a great date. I make eye contact and 'actively' listen and ask good questions and express interest and smile and laugh and tease and can even be a little bit vulnerable when it's called for. There is absolutely no reason to not fall head-over-heels for me.

Other than, perhaps, just my nasty little habit of only really being able to truly fall for the ones who are unable to fall back.