So . . . I met a guy this weekend.
I'm usually too . . . um, let's go with timid . . . to actually talk to guys I find attractive. Well this Saturday, I had enough Dutch courage (actually, I suppose it was Italian courage since it was really six or seven glasses of Pino Grigio) to talk to the cute redhead with the beard and the great smile.
It went really, really well.
We spent most of the weekend together and I'm planning to hang out with him this weekend, too.
I will admit that I've spent the last couple of days waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It would be really nice if, just this once, it didn't.