I went on a date last night.
It was wonderful.
He’s everything I think I might want in a man and get this, he’s not my type at all (meaning he’s not emotionally unavailable, is not narcissistic, and by God, he’s not even edgy).
So, I wait. And this waiting kind of stinks.
Because I wonder: Did he like me? Did he find me amazing?
Because, I am amazing–in a million ways. And I’m normal. Kind of.
So, to the universe–please allow for more dates, more excitement, more love to me.
And if he rejects me, then I might just cry–for a second, of course, because I’m really not like that.
But seriously, universe, I think I deserve this. Haven’t I been through enough???