I survived date #3.
We ate at a hip diner amongst hip diners and I marveled at the sleeves of tattoos across from me. I fought tears upon hearing his touching story of self-exploration and loss and sat next to him near our cars under the night sky wishing I could just lean in for a kiss already. Instead, I offered to make him dinner. It’s his birthday week.
I asked him what he’d like me to make. “Pot roast!” he said grinning.
Sadly, I have no idea how to make a pot roast. So we settled on Brussels sprouts for sure and I’ll come up with the rest.
In the mean time, I’m realizing there’s more than one way to leave an impression.