One weekend, Two dates.

This weekend I have not one, but TWO dates.

The first, on Saturday, makes me smile just thinking about it. I’m really excited! The butterflies, sparkle in the eye, and a constant beaming with anticipation has overwhelmed my day, which makes me think maybe I’m building it up too much. So, I’m going to stop…now.

The second, on Sunday, is with a boy of my past. 3 years ago right before I moved to San Francisco, I met Nelson. I moved. Things dwindled. Recently I ran into him outside the Metro, and now he’s expressed a desire to take me out.  I can’t say I’m nearly as excited for Sunday as I am Saturday, but an intriguing story I will definitely have come Monday.

Cheers!