Here we go again

Date dress is on, I feel that familiar mix of nerves and excitement. I wish I felt my best but I'm going to go for it anyway because I feel it's an opportunity too good to miss. There's so much else going on right now, I should really have an evening to myself, I know my body is wounded by the recent changes, stresses and upcoming changes. But I want to have an evening of indulgence, maybe some wine and I've a good feeling about Michael. I know it's been said before, many times. But truly, he seems like he's a much better fit for me. He's the same age as me, a writer, a lover of poetry. He wasn't afraid to leave me a kiss on the end of a message, or express his enjoyment at our conversations. He makes me feel good but not in an obvious way. 'You exceed the limits of the frame' with a loveheart. 'Beauty stops traffic' a quote from a book he sent. I think this evening should be a lot of fun, I just hope that the restaurant i've chosen (a slightly informal pizza place - which does the best pizza i've ever had) won't be too noisy or busy.
I hope I hold it together and relax, keep my cool. He's already admitted to getting there early, which made my heart melt - as I'll likely do the same thing. Plus we've already got past the vegetarian chat that often makes me feel nervous to bring up, so, it's all looking to be promising. It has been a quick development from his 'super liking' my profile to my first message. I'm not sure what made me write to him first but i'm glad that I did. 'M' for mysterious' I ask as he left little to no description about himself other than 'more poetry is needed.' Maybe he'll be too shy. Maybe he'll be arrogant. Maybe he'll be incredibly intelligent that it puts me to shame. Maybe he'll see me and change his mind.
But...maybe it'll be a lovely evening and maybe we'll have a nice time getting to know each other better. He sent me a photo of his bookshelves, they looked so much like dads I sent him one in return.


I am hopeful.
One and a half hours to go.