Smiling

So I have a confession to make.

Last night I had a date.

A really good date.

A really good date that just may have ended with an hour of making out in a snowy park.

After which I may or may not have smiled the entire way home.

And my partner in which I may or may not be having lunch with tomorrow.

It's about damned time!

He does have the same name as my father--and my BFF's hubby--which is what originally spawned my last post, but I am willing to overlook that in lieu of the fact that he is very attractive, entertaining, and able to beat me at pool.

After this disaster, I had pretty much given up on Match entirely--setting my profile to not renew when it expired, and not even bothering to log in or look at the "Top Matches" it insists on sending to my email account every day, even after I changed my preferences.

Then, less than 48 hours before my account was due to expire, I received a message. It was written in complete, properly punctuated and capitalized sentences, utilized the proper form of "your," and was not at all creepy. I clicked the little "Display images in this message" bar in the gmail window, and lo and behold! He was actually attractive! And not the same age as my parents! I read his profile and was instantly web-smitten (aka, I fell victim to "Perfect on Paper" Syndrome), so I shot him a message with (gasp!) my real email address.

We met for the first time last night and the minute he walked into the bar I breathed a sigh of relief, for he miraculously looked just like his photos, which was a very, very good thing.

More than anything, I'm just relieved to have finally had a good date! It's been so long, I was beginning to think I'd forgotten how, or had somehow been irreparably damaged by all the assholes who troll the streets of this city.

For once, I am glad to be wrong.

Between this and THE STEELERS GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL, this is shaping up to be a very good week.