Stepping Out

I sent T a text last week, asking if he’d be free to meet for dinner this week. The wife is going to a game tonight and tomorrow, so we agreed on tonight and we’ll get to the restaurant around 6ish this evening. It’s not a “date” date, and I doubt anything will happen, but I’m still a little nervous and excited. You never know what may happen, right?

Originally he said he wouldn’t be able to because money was tight. I said I understood, but that I’d be happy to buy him a beer and share some nachos with him. So I’m paying for dinner and drinks and probably won’t get any action. Good heavens, it is a date!

More to come tomorrow (or so.)