I basically freaked out at all of you in that last post, then rushed out the door and came back to a bevy of encouragement. Thanks! You are all awesome - and I am fine. The world didn't end. It wasn't as nerve-wracking as I thought it would be. GT-ers speak the truth.

It was fine at first. He was nice. I mean, we had a fairly good conversation going, but then it started to drag. And, as it did, I noticed that his eyes were lingering far far south of my face, if you know what I mean. Like he couldn't take his gaze off my chest. Now, I'm pretty proud of my girls, but they get indignant when they're being stared at by someone who keeps, um, biting his bottom lip when he looks at them.

(I don't know where this gif is from, but it came up in a Google search and this is how I felt!)

So there was that.

Aside from that, the conversation started to feel so stilted after awhile. I'd ask him a question, he'd start to respond, then glance down and forget his train of thought. I mean, I knew they had power, but C'MON DUDE. Just as I was starting to get seriously annoyed, my roommate texted me because my roommate said our toilet basically exploded all over our bathroom and she needed help so I had to take off. We have cleaned up, we're waiting for a plumber, and I can't help thinking that even though it was pretty shitty (womp wooooomp), it was perfect timing.

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The thing is, despite the staring, I don't think he was a creep... Like, I was a little weirded out but not creeped out - it just felt like a slight lack of social awareness, or that he didn't even know he was doing it. Maybe he was just enthralled - my girls are pretty great after all. Maybe I'm cutting him too much slack. Whatever it is, I don't think I'll be seeing him again.

But I went, which is more than I've ever done before! I went and now I'm going to pour myself a drink and binge-watch Parks and Rec.