Crystal Clear, Razor Sharp

A cordial invitation

Matt asked me on a date!

Some of you may have just rolled your eyes at the screen in true “So what?” fashion, but this is a big deal for me! In my life, a total of five men have had the GUTS to actually ask me out on a formal date. The modern dating world seems to have shifted to a “hang out till you make out” philosophy (meaning just get to know each other in group shindigs until you move into a relationship), and I’m fine with that. But there is something special about being asked to go on a date.

For tonight’s Service Club activity we were blanketing the area in fliers letting people know about our project. Much to my delight, Matt volunteered himself into my group. This means I abandoned all plans of leaving after an hour to get back to cramming for my stats midterm, but you only live once right?

As we walked up and down innumerable amounts of apartment stairs, leaving little slips of paper in a trail worthy of any Hansel and Gretel, we talked. We talked about our pasts, our families, our dreams and the most random nonsense you can imagine. It's like living a black and white movie, the romantic ones you can't quite understand because they work out so perfectly. At the end of the night, he very cordially asked me to go to dinner with him Saturday.

That’s all for now, those stats notes are glaring up at me, and that midterm (on Friday, of course) will be the Yin to my date-night’s Yang. Psych and English shouldn’t be that big of a deal. But I have worked hard (most of the time) and I think I can handle this. A few more study sessions and then all I can do is my best, right?

Buenas Suerte to me!