She shoots, she falls flat on her face, and misses

Yeah, so what I said in that last post about being on fire? I'm not. I am definitely, definitely not. Had first blind date ever tonight. What an awkward, awkward disaster. And he was a nice guy. And there was potential. And we had a lot of chemistry on the phone. But I was really nervous. And I did not bring my 'A' game at all.

Highlights of the evening:

1. I meet him at his place. He is outside when I pull up. He's cute. As I am walking towards him from my car I trip and stumble over the cement parking block. Grace. I am so full of grace that I should have been a dancer. Ugh. Try to laugh it off, but feel like a moron.

2. We go get coffee. He buys my coffee, but I don't realize this, so after he walks away from the cashier I am still standing there and she is looking at me like I have three heads. After a seemingly long moment he is like, 'Come here.' Try to laugh it off, but yet again feel like a moron and haven't even known this guy for 15 minutes.

3. We watch TV at his place. He is fast forwarding through commercials and my stomach is growling. Loudly. It is like 10:00pm and I haven't eaten since I had a salad for lunch. Feel like a moron. Need to get the fusk out of there, quick. Decide it is time to leave, which brings us to

4. The good-bye. I got a one-armed hug. Yup. That's it. So awkward. So terrible.

First dates need a bit of alcohol involved. Not necessarily a lot, but a little bit would've gone a long way I think.

I need to go to bed and forget that this happened.