Friday, September 22, 2006
butterflies
Ah ah ah.
I'm meeting the redhead tonight, and I am sooooo nervous!
I'm only slightly comforted by the fact that she's nervous too (aw). Jon called me last night to tell me that she had called him freaking out about what to wear. Aw. Such fuzzy butterflies in my stomach I can hardly function. I can't remember the last time I felt this glittery.
She's picking me up at 6:00 and we're going out for dinner and then to see K'nann and Moka Only downtown. Yikes. Soooo nervous! I'm burning a cd for her -- it seems more personal and a lot less corny than say, flowers. Plus I don't want to freak her out by going way over the top.
I want so much to show her the version of me that is: fun, funny, mature, interesting, interested, non-judgemental, sweet, sexy, easy-going, not neurotic, and fun to be with. How hard can this be, right? I desperately want to avoid babbling about myself or about anything else. NO babbling!
I just really, really want her to like me.
God, I feel like a teenager. Someone pass me a vicodin.
I welcome your advice, fair readers.
Wish me luck!
-N
p.s. My poor Ver cat was sick this morning. The big orange guy misses being outside and eating grass and mice and running around being free. So this one's for you, Ver. We all miss the summer, but especially my big orange cat.
