A random date

I'm off to see Numbers, the boy from the club, in Dupont Circle in a few minutes. We're having lunch somewhere.

I spent at least an hour picking out something to wear today, and I only just realized that we'll have nothing to talk about because first dates are really super awkward.

Then again, because he's here in DC, and I'm in Boston, this date doesn't really matter - it's hardly even a "date"; we just called it "lunch." And if, as I suspect, we won't see each other after today, there's no reason freaking out over it.

That's, at least, what I keep telling myself. Here's to hoping it goes well.