first date?

butterflies.
you remember what those are, right?

that unexpected text that makes you smile,
uncontrollably. stupidly.
am I high?

you want to skip across the room,
you're floating.
gloating,
goddamn -
soaring.

but you're twenty one,
so it's just another date.
just another guy.

you're no longer a teenager.
get a grip.

nothing to be excited about.
it might not even be a date to him.

just meeting a guy,
over drinks.
over coffee.

hell
i'm still not sure what we're doing.

what's the worst that could happen?
at the end of the night -

you can call a fairly good-looking parisian,
a friend.

so why...
don't I have anything to wear?
is my hair a mess?
am i nervous?

just meeting a friend for drinks.
i'm not spazzing or anything.
or the least bit attracted to him.

right.

nervous laugh *
keep telling yourself that.

here's to my date tomorrow.
here's to a funny story.