At first I wasn't sure.
I entered the corporate cafe to purchase my drink and I seriously considered bolting out the side door. And deleting my online profiles. I picked up my iced coffee and headed back outside to sit awkwardly with a man I wasn't sure I would be attracted to, and who didn't know his black boots made me want to run far away. But I listened to my gut, who told me to give the guy a friggen chance. The wind was kindly entertaining me, and chocolate comforted my nerves. We passed along a few first date questions and blank stares into the distance that matched the uncomfortable silences. Eventually, I realized that I was smiling, and he was listening. We walked, and we talked, and by the time we were ready to head back home, I found myself staring at his lips, and thinking things that I couldn't say out loud. It didn't happen, not yet, but I have something to look forward to. On Monday.