Date 1

10:42 am

I'm sorry I haven't been in touch lately. I've been thinking of the best way to tell you, and I've decided honesty is best. I am just not interested. I'm sorry.

Heart stops. Not the text I expect to see so early on a Sunday. JD is not interested. No shocker there, considering he'd been ignoring me for the past week. Granted, I did not over-communicate, but I know when I'm being ignored. Naïve as I am, if nothing else, I know my place.

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A week earlier

Sunday, Date 1:

We are leaving the theater, having just watched some Amy Schumer movie that is completely inappropriate for a first date, and headed across the street for dinner.

First impression: JD is cute, and slimmer than I'd imagined. He's polite, offering me snacks and asking where I'd like to sit to ensure I was "comfortable and in good view of the screen".

After movie impression: He has THE. MOST. GORGEOUS. green eyes I've ever had the pleasure to look upon. I thought they were nice INDOORS. Lord, did they shine when the sunlight reflected off of them OUTDOORS.

At dinner, I strategically placed myself towards the window, so that he could sit facing the sunlight. I wanted to have every chance possible to catch the light reflecting off his eyes. I like eyes, if you hadn't noticed.

Dinner went well. We talked non-stop, easy flow, no awkwardness. He offered to pay, as did I.

He texted me later that night to make sure I'd made it home safely, and to invite me out for the following night to celebrate his birthday. Now to some people, this is no big deal. To obsessive people like myself, this was a HUGE deal. Birthdays are a big thing for me. They always have been (minus my 25th, but that's for a later date). Birthdays are supposed to be spent with family and friends. People you love. JD wanting to spend his birthday with me was a sign that he must have really liked our first date.

Naturally, I agreed and we went out again the following day.