Rode sixteen miles in the last three days (another at least two tonight) and maybe I've got a date. Probably it's tomorrow. He said he'd try for tonight, but somehow I doubt it'll happen, given the crazy exertion he's going to be up to. I know whenever it is I'm not going to be sleeping with him. Which, and I've said it before, is weird. This is a lot more like actual dating, and I'm not sure what to do about that. I hope I'm not scaring him off.
On the phone, I say, "We could eat dinner at my place, walk around the lake if you're up to it." I worry it'll lead to moaning in the bed, but I give him my address and wash dishes while I wait. I thaw pork chops and chop potatoes in an attempt to distract my buzzing mind. It doesn't work, and as I separate soft white cubes I think of the words, the address -- did I tell him up-and-to-the-left, and will he remember? Does he want to kiss me? How long should I wait to kiss him? Outside, of course, because kissing him so close toa bed would be dangerous. And of course I don't have a loveseat, so we'd have to sit on the bed or the floor, and -- Jeez. Obviously I've only got one thing on my mind.
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