As Mini Me is with her father for a week or so and I am enjoying my free time, I found I had no excuses anymore, it was time to step it up a notch!
After a fun filled week of texting with Mr. B, some cheeky and some extremely cute (!!) it was time to arrange a first date. FIRST DATE!!! Arrr, the thought fills me with absolute dread and this is where my demons decide to make an unexpected appearance. Nevermind whether I like him, it’s all a question of will he like me? Is my butt too big? Am I too tall? Is he going to think I am crazy? Will he think my neck is too long? All these random questions which are apparent due to my insecurities about myself. I really do need to learn to love ME again. It’s all very easy for people to say that to me but for me to actually soak that information in and deal with that is a whole other ball game. When you haven’t had a “first date” for almost 10 years, you definitely revert back to a giddy schoolgirl state, where everything is over analysed and you can’t just sit back and savour the moment. The truth is… a lovely guy ACTUALLY wants to go on a date with me! Is he mad??!!