Date

a first encounter. A day on the calendar. An evening with the family. Girls night. That awkward right of passage into puberty when boys don’t have cooties. But what is it really? There’s so many definitions it’s almost undefined. So how the hell is society supposed to have blind dates?! Who pays? Where do you go? Who initiates it? So many unknowns. Some turn out amazingly. Others turn out poorly. And what about those weird ones where one person had an incredible time but the other didn’t? How do you handle those cases? I’ve been in all three situations and the only answer I can think of is to breathe. Live life for the day and not the date. Don’t pressure yourself or go in with preconceived notions. Just exist. Smile. And breathe. And when all else fails, it wasn’t a date…it was a day.

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