Finally.

I can't believe I'm so relieved.  I have to wait another week and a half (again) but at least I have a date. Ok, so it's Father's Day this weekend and maybe that's the reason this weekend wouldn't work. That would be a good thing except for the fact that I have to wait.

My Dating Coordinator girl rattles off a description without so much as a "hey, grab a pen" warning. I got a first name, he's in Technology, 44, never married, green eyes.  I think she said brown hair, but cut really short so I'm thinking practically bald/shaved? Likes photography and traveling and is easy to talk to. Sounds nice. As if the description they pick would make someone sound like a bastard. I don't know exactly what Technology means. Is that, "I work at the Apple store"?  All I can compare it to is the IT department at school.  I get along with them, mainly because I think I speak their language. They are definitely picking 'greens' for me. I'm good with that.

So now I'm thinking about how she describes me. I probably shouldn't think about that.  That might be a good question to ask on the date! Ok, maybe if there is a second date, I might ask then.

As a desperate dater, I've already checked out the menu at the restaurant and decided what I'll wear.  Geez, they don't mess around with restaurants.  The Chart House in center city Philly.  Traffic on a Saturday shouldn't be too bad, but I am worried about parking. The menu looks fabulous to me.  Fish and seafood that sound delicious but I think it is more of a steakhouse set up-meaning no sides, no salad? If we each get a drink, I'm guessing about $50 per person.  That should be the real test.  It will be really telling if he pays for dinner. Seriously, if I have to drive over an hour, park in the city and pay for my own dinner, I might just scream.

My fears are at bay, mainly because I have over a week until I start to worry. There are the usual fears that I'm going to spill something on my dress, or when it's time to order- I freeze and look ridiculous or worse: high maintenance. Not the end of the world, but less than ideal. This time of year I have a much bigger fear. I sweat when I'm nervous. Throw in some warm temps and there is potential for a drippy, disgusting mess. To say it isn't pretty is an understatement. Let's just pray for cooler temps that night.