I've maintained hope amid my recent heartbreak and disillusion. Recently I've endured horrendous abuse. The vilest of words that can be spoken to another human, no not physical violence but violence nonetheless.
Tomorrow I have my first date with a guy I've been speaking to for a while now. I am so excited, and maybe I shouldn't be this excited but HECK I rather relish the moment and enjoy it while it lasts. I have butterflies in my stomach and I feel like a thirteen year old girl.
The date will begin at a local coffee shop, then it will proceed to going to the local market to gather ingredients to make a delicious vegan dinner together. He's vegan, and I'm a not. However I'm interested to see how creative he is in the kitchen.
I'm quite frankly excited and I have butterflies in my tummy. I've been listening to romantic Spanish songs as well as Italian songs. I'm fluent in Spanish and used to be Italian fluent but stopped practicing the language. I'm such a dork. I know it's the first date but we've been talking for a while and I'm not sure why I'm excited but I am.
I will enjoy the moment!