Something weird happened.
I always assume, when it comes to dating, that something is wrong with me. That I’m hideous, not very smart…just unlikeable. It’s only when the word date is mentioned or implied. When that word is mentioned, I feel inadequate and assume I’ll be rejected. I never considered that I wouldn’t like the other party.
But I didn’t. I didn’t. It was a bad, bad date. That’s fine.
I also learned that I’m a catch! That’s fine, too. :)
On to the next one.