Et tu, John?
Well be safe in the knowledge that amateur hour is over and I'm freshly confident that the next date is going to be the true (much delayed) birth of New Mike.
I have no plan. That's fucking right. Gettin' it together.
I actually feel like the past couple of weeks have been more about me realizing I obviously wasn't ready to date, which I think I'm over now, because all the stupid jitters, nerves and anxiety are gone now that I'm just taking it for what it is - there's a cute girl who is interested to whatever degree, as am I and if it moves forward at all, awesome - we could have a lot of fun together. If not, then I can always chalk it up to experience and see where the year takes me.
Official T-shirt of the next meetup?