A Date... Maybe

Well, maybe I went on a date last night. A maybedate. It's so strange in the real world, outside of the internet, when men and women are getting together. So uncertain. We play aloof and casual and it's never very clear whether we're dating or just hanging out.

My maybedate last night was nice. He shook my hand when I came in which was awkward and cute. We had coffee... for three hours. I talked a lot, which was annoying (sometimes, no matter how much my mind might persist, my mouth just won't stop), but he talked too, so there was almost a balance. He's smart and funny and he gets my jokes and makes similar jokes of his own, and he likes nature and hiking and he's totally cute.

So it went well, I think. I would love to maybe have another date. Not gonna lie, though, I've realized I'm a little scared again. Do I really want to get back out there, back to that vulnerable place where my heart is on the line? On purpose??? Please, please, please don't let me fall for him just for me to get hurt. The hurt is getting annoying...