As I was driving home to get ready for my date, I started thinking that even though I wasn’t into him, it would still suck if it turned out that he wasn’t into me either. See, Heidi and I were joking that the worst possible outcome of the date would be that he would reject me too (or first) and then I would be like “Wait, I didn’t even want to go out on this date to begin with!” I think there was even a Seinfeld episode that talked about this. And if there wasn’t, there should have been.

Anyway, nothing drastic like that happened but I think we just didn’t click. When we first met up, he went for my hands for what I thought was a handshake but it turns out he wanted to hold my hands while we walked (which is really odd for a first date, don’t you think?) I managed to pull it away by making it extremely necessary to point to the restaurant. I then stuffed my hands in my pockets so that we wouldn’t have to awkwardly walk while holding hands. Dinner was ok, just usual date conversation. I then found out that he’s seven years younger than me and he’s even younger than my little brother! (Although I have to confess, I have dated younger guys before). Towards the end, he started sneezing and his nose was all stuffy and that was pretty much it. So it could be that my fear became a reality after all.

Stumble it!