Today will be my first ever date, or rather my attempts at my first ever dating experience. I must admit that my anxiety is high and I am feeling nervous already. I am worried she will find me boring as I do appear to be an extremely boring man. Old before my time as my Gran would say. And sadly she is more right than she realises. I talk a lot, perhaps too much. When walking if I see a bird or a car I suddenly fly off in-to robot mode and start listing off a hundred facts which admittedly is both interesting and fun it may not be so interesting and fun for the woman I am taking out later on. Bewilderingly she may not find such facts of interest. I analyse everything every little detail and do my research about it whether it’s birds or a tooth brush or toothpaste. With this in mind I am a little worried. We have been in conversation online for some time and decided to meet today, excellent. I am pleased. But there’s a difference in talking online and then meeting. Online I do not know how I come across: I suppose I appear perfect, handsome, highly intelligent: but do not let this illusion fool you as I am none of those things. I have been honest with her but I still feel she will be disappointed.
But no matter. Even if it is a disaster my sister has assured me she still loves me. Well actually her exact words was: “If she won’t love you and I don’t blame her I guess I still love you, a little tiny bit”. Oh the joys of having a sister. I will let you know how I get on. Thank you for allowing me to vent.
~Mister.
