So, a year ago today (Nov. 22), I was prepping for Thanksgiving dinner (that’s the look I went for on the left). I was a little nervous. You see, my friend C had invited a possible suitor for me to dinner.
Having toyed with the idea of a set-up earlier in the year, I found myself taking a lot of deep breaths before dinner (and during dinner… and after dinner). It was panic at first sight– for both of us.
I’m not quite sure how we got it together enough to give dating a shot, but somehow we did (I think it had to do with a very wise and whiskey-fueled explanation of on-ramps from C). And now here we are, one year later. I still take the occasional deep breath, but now it’s mostly because I have an image of him tying my shoes one day.