Reporting from the front lines. First date. My first, ever. I'm a little giddy, maybe. My heart is doing somersaults all over the place. We had coffee and then lunch and then a movie and then dinner and then we came home and watched Netflix for another hour before he finally drove home. I'm riding a little bit of a high off of his face and his presence. My heart is all jumbled up in the thought of him.
We've been saying, "I like you," in situations where appropriate, to express our affections for one another, because we both know it's too early for something stronger than that. I tried to explain that like isn't it, though. It's more complete and exhilarating than that. I'm certainly not going to tell him I'm in love with him before some kind of DTR is on the table. I hope my brain is listening.
