Oh.my.god.

Ya’ll, I think I have a date. An actual date with a man. Excuse me while I freak out a little.

Whew. I’m back. Let me just say that it’s been quite a long while since I last went on a date. It’s hard to meet men in general, let alone single men. I don’t go to bars, I haven’t gone to church in years, and there just don’t seem to be that many available men working the rabbit rescue circuit. I’ve tried online dating sites off and on, but not with any success. No one has ever really offered to fix me up, until recently someone I barely know at work did. I have nothing to lose by letting someone play matchmaker, so I figured I’d let him. We’ll see how it goes — I’m trying to keep my expectations low, and hopefully I’ll be pleasantly surprised.

You know, I don’t have a thing to wear. I think we’re going to a casual restaurant, so I’m thinking some dark Levi’s, my new floral top from Kohl’s, and some wedge shoes. How ’bout it?

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