NorseNerd
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Oh man, had to get this out somewhere so here it is...
Finally met someone, we chatted for a couple of weeks, and we had our first date yesterday. It was casual, and fun. Time just vanished. The long drive home sucked cause I didn't want to go back. Played the mental games the whole way "Did it go well?", "Did I do enough/too little?", even though we had spent like almost 6 hours together, just talking, laughing, lots of walking, some light touch and hand holding.
Thankfully, I did get confirmation that she enjoyed her time, she complimented my hugs, and my blue eyes, that I easily made her laugh, and that she can't wait for date #2. This was all a HUGE relief! Our brains can go to some weird places sometimes when left alone thinking "What if?"
Now I'm just stuck in a euphoria state thinking about the next time, when it might be, what might happen next, etc. It's such a great feeling, one I haven't felt in a very long time.
Yet the brain goblins still try to toss in all of the the "Maybe it won't last!", "Maybe it won't become anything more!", "Maybe it's all just a very vivid dream!".
I do have hope though, even if in the back of my brain recalls all the other times hope was there and then was lost or crushed.
Finally met someone, we chatted for a couple of weeks, and we had our first date yesterday. It was casual, and fun. Time just vanished. The long drive home sucked cause I didn't want to go back. Played the mental games the whole way "Did it go well?", "Did I do enough/too little?", even though we had spent like almost 6 hours together, just talking, laughing, lots of walking, some light touch and hand holding.
Thankfully, I did get confirmation that she enjoyed her time, she complimented my hugs, and my blue eyes, that I easily made her laugh, and that she can't wait for date #2. This was all a HUGE relief! Our brains can go to some weird places sometimes when left alone thinking "What if?"
Now I'm just stuck in a euphoria state thinking about the next time, when it might be, what might happen next, etc. It's such a great feeling, one I haven't felt in a very long time.
Yet the brain goblins still try to toss in all of the the "Maybe it won't last!", "Maybe it won't become anything more!", "Maybe it's all just a very vivid dream!".
I do have hope though, even if in the back of my brain recalls all the other times hope was there and then was lost or crushed.
