Earlier, there was this:
I have a date tonight. I hesitated to share that bu what the hell - I'll pimp for your words of encouragement. #SoNervous— AJ (@AmandaJoy) July 5, 2013
Never mind my silly typo (always!), I was consequently sent over some lovely tweets from some very supportive friends and fellow bloggers. Thank you to all of those kind folks.
Isn't it interesting...
On a date night I get myself so worked up. To the point of stomach ache, even. And I worry so much about wether or not he'll like me -- and I always forget.
I forget that I am also allowed to like or not like him. That he is also in the same position -- surely he must be worried to some degree about wether or not I like him.
It's just something we insecure gals need to remind ourselves. A lot. I am sure this is not the last time I'll do this to myself.
And all that said, I had a very nice night - good conversation and good setting. We'll see if there's a second date... But I'm so pleased I even got through it at all, I almost don't care (for now).