drum roll please....ready?....I had a DATE!!!

and it was a good date. A really good date, with a really cute and nice and romantic guy. Can we all (I'm just continuing with the illusion that people actually read this) just take a minute and give thanks for this, because i swear to god, I was about to give up men entirely. He is the dating site guy, who approached me and we've been emailing for a few weeks. My friend from a long time ago was getting married, so I bit the bullet and asked him to come with me. He didn't freak about that, and actually arranged childcare and took me. He wanted to know the colors of my dress so he could match his tie (yes, I bought and WORE a dress. shocking!!). He pulled up in a goddamn convertible porsche (his brothers, but STILL) looking totally hot in a nice black suit. He opened the door for me, asked me if I wanted the top up so I wouldn't muss up my hair (I said no, of course, top up? in a porche convertible? HELL NO) and we were off. He asked all kinds of questions, we talked a lot, he was totally comfortable, even though he didn't know anyone. He also danced with me, went outside with me when I had a smoke (he had some too, so no worries about cigarette breath, yay!), ordered for me, and got me out of there when the champagne went to my head and I was in danger of making a fool of myself. He took me to his soon to be sold house, and holy shit was it gorgeous. We made out like teenagers on the couch for an hour(god, I wanted to sleep with him sooo bad, but for once I was good), and then he got me home on time for the babysitter to not be pissed at me. It was fucking perfect, and he is so nice and funny and cute, and I'm just so happy that I didn't get saddled with yet another undesirable man. To make things even better, he texted me this morning asking when we could get together again. Our schedules don't mesh well, but after going over everything, he decided we should have a late breakfast of coffee and pastries on Sunday. At my house. He's bringing all the stuff, so I just have to wait for him to get here(and clean my house, ugh). HE is coming to ME, again. It is so nice to be pursued, I can't even tell y'all. I'm just so happy (and hungover, but whatever!)