Butterflies or Anxiety

Feeling a little anxious. A little nervous. Yet at the same time not sure how I feel at all. I have a date. Like an actual date. He is on his way to pick me up and here I am blogging about my insecure feeling. Probably because I wish it was someone else. Maybe because I am not ready. Maybe because I have been entitled a maneater twice this week thus far or maybe because I am simply afraid of dating period. Not really sure. I have not been on a traditional date in a long time. The kind where he picks you up, pays for dinner and drops you back off awkwardly at the end of the night. I have not done this in over two years. What if I get something in my teeth? What if I say something stupid? What if I slip and fall in my high heels and embarrass myself?

Ugh the woes of singlehood. I'll blog more later. I don't anticipate it being an exceptionally late evening.