So I don't want to get all flustered and girly, but I can feel it happening. And it makes me sick. I'm not a big 'let me be romantic and mushy' kind of person, though I do appreciate a good shot of romance every so often.
I'm a member of the MySpace community, which is basically a place for networking. Kyle (the same 'my mom has silicone boobies' Kyle) told me to join because I (and I quote)  needed more friends. So I've been collecting people here and there, for the most part, people who I actually know.

Then the other day, I get this message in my inbox from a man with the user name 'BIG DADDY.' Great, I think, here's going to be some random guy who says something like

'Hey, nice site, wanna fuck?'

In actuality, it only said 'hey, whats up? how are ya?'

Way to jump to conclusions Nicole!

So I get back to, really just for curiosity/boredom sake (at work, ya know how it goes) and we've actually kind of hit it off. We talked on the phone for a few minutes, could have gone longer, but he had to work in the morning, so we hung up. And I spent my day off exchanging messages with him. Basically, we've piqued (is that the right word to use here?) each others interest enough that he asked me out on a date. A real live, honest-to-god-not-like-a-frat-boy-looking-to-get-laid-date, date. Like tattoos, dinner and drinks. (yes, we're going to get a tattoo on our first date. But how unconventional is that? I think it's cool )

His background: His name is Steve, he's a 29 year old, he works at a race track, he's got a three year old son, Shane, who's gorgeous, and Shane's mom broke up with him about 9 months ago. Oh, and he lives on the East side of Boston.

Am I crazy? Like, is this really a stretch? I don't know. I'm not one to rush things; in fact, for once it seems like I'm the slowpoke here. I think it's my turn to be happy, but I still feel like I don't deserve it. And I don't want to mess things up prematurely.

Which I probably will.

Fucker.