Suzy

So, totally time for a check in. Past time, even. I haven't quite known what to say or how to say it, or if there's anything to say.

Things have been going pretty well, actually. I haven't been super anxious or depressed, in general, and I am getting things done. I had a nice, quiet long weekend with my parents last week, which was nice. I am gearing up for Meg's wedding this weekend - I googled mapped all of the locations in all permutations, and most of them seemed pretty doable for me. A few made me nervous, so I talked with a few other wedding party ladies and now other people are doing all of my driving! I just have to get from home to the hotel tomorrow and back again Saturday. I had offered to do the driving Thursday, but nope - a local has saved me. Huge relief. Someone is doing my hair and make up, so I really just have to be where I'm supposed to be. Yay.

I very nearly had a bank account flip out this weekend. I was pretty panicked, actually. But I was able to step back, recognize that this happens every March, and know that having a third paycheck this month plus my tax return will make April back to normal. I don't think I've ever been able to recover myself like that, and I am kind of proud of myself. (But I totally should not have taken that as liberty to buy the very cute top at Anthropologie the next day. Bad girl.) (But it really is amazing.)

So I had date #2 with Eleven last week. We went out to dinner, and it was fun. He was interested, conversation never lagged, and it turns out that he grew up one town over from me. He walked me to my car, told me to text when I got home, and went in for a kiss that I turned into a hug, so it landed on my cheek. We've been emailing a little bit over the last week and a half, but not much. He doesn't seem to be much for writing/emailing, which is a departure for me. We'll see.

So, dinner again tonight. We had originally planned Monday, but he was totally game to push back to today. One interesting thing he brought up last time was that he always pays on dates. He fumbled for the word chivalrous, admitting that it had been hiding behind misogynistic. Yep, a little bit. So I was a little surprised that when we talked places for tonight, he suggested sushi. Little pricy. We also talked possibly a movie after, and if I thought that to be likely, I'd insist on getting those tickets. But I don't think it's likely.

But a fourth date might be? If tonight's not terrible? If I don't duck again? I don't know. I'm not thinking that far ahead, even to tonight, deliberately. I'm getting a little freaked out - this is, after all, a record tying third date. A fourth has never been attempted. So not thinking ahead. Just doing. And breathing. Trying to, anyway.

So, just getting through tonight. It's been a long week, and the upcoming wedding stuff, while fun and exciting, will be exhausting too. I can't wait for Sunday, when I have decided I will see no one and do nothing to recover. It will be lovely.