A PROMISE KEPT

Well, I'm keeping a promise to "My Little Buddy" and writing this with rapid speed, but don't think I'll be shouting it from the rafters. As a matter of fact, not quite sure what to think after the date ended in Costa Mesa at 6:00, and I walked through my apartment door in Long Beach by 6:41.

Have been on pins and needles for several days with great anticipation, anxiety, and downright terror. Cindy even spent Saturday afternoon teaching me the basics of hair styling. It looked great on Sunday, not quite as good on Monday, and after I got through with it last night, not at all the same but it would have to do. Actually forewarned Mr. Vegas not to judge me by the hair (such a pain trying to grow it out all the same length after 30 years of wearing short, layered coiffures).

Don't get me wrong, it was great finally meeting him and had a great time; and you know, the protocol for first-time internet dates, according to e-Harmony, aren't long, drawn out affairs, actually should only be 15 minutes. Of course, not many have waited for three months to meet for the first time and doubt the majority are long distance match ups.

Mr. Vegas was here on business, was tired, and is getting over his battle of that lingering creeping crud that has been going around. To end it early was the right call and should not label it anything more. Such a relaxing time. Such an enjoyable time. We got along. Not sure what he thought afterwards; however, he did say we would talk, and he hugged me up more than once. I gave him a couple of neck massages to relax, and he returned the favor. Had enough voyeurism?

But seriously, it is such a relief to have the first-time meeting behind us and actually don't feel quite as disheartened as I did two hours ago.