a date continued some more.

I actually really don't feel like sharing about this.

She hasn't texted back.  What the fuck am I doing?  Why is my brain fucking with me like this?

Any way after the show we went to a nouveau bar/restaurant.  We talked and once again I believe I said to much.  I told her about my real addiction.  I asked her if she thought this was a date and reluctantly she said yes.  I am thinking she didn't want it to be but realized that it actually was - a date that is.

We made plans to go on a hike Saturday.

I went to my Sunday night meeting and met with Tara.  I told her that I was not going to text Valerie until Wednesday. Tara thought that was way too long.  She thought I should text at least by Tuesday and that Tuesday would probably be too long.  The meeting was at 6:00 so it wasn't until 8 when I got home.  I decided to leave off texting until the morning.

Monday morning, yesterday, I texted her:

Good morning Valerie,
Saturday night was an unexpected surprise. I felt like I could be myself. I hope you liked myself, I mean me. . . It was nice to open the door for you. I will look for casual places to hike on Saturday. Hope your Monday morning is treating you well. Andy


Tara thought it was good.  So I sent it.