I sat in my car for almost ten minutes before I went in to meet him, thinking, "What the hell am I doing?"
I wore a black tank top, jeans, and black sandals. He wore jeans, too. (Ooooh, it's a sign!)
My rings stayed home. On Saturday, I wore all three rings on my necklace, and I really liked the way it looked and it felt OK not to be wearing my own rings on my finger. But when Sunday rolled around, I wanted to wear a different necklace and it didn't feel right for me to wear my wedding rings on my hand, so I left all the rings at home. Today I'm wearing all three rings on my necklace, which I think is going to be my new usual.
He's really tall, definitely over 6'. I felt like an elf.
He got chocolate ice cream.
He walked me to my car, and his parting words were, "I like you." (It sounded better in person.)
I'll be disappointed if that's the last I hear from him, but no matter what may come of things, I feel like moving forward on the dating front is the right thing to be doing.