A blog about heartbreak.

I have a date tonight.

And I’m particularly excited about this guy. He is younger than me by two years (a first!), but has a great job in public media, boyish good looks and excellent taste in music. We’ve exchanged a number of witty messages and texts and I sense if it all translates, we may have very good chemistry.

I keep trying to tell myself not to get too excited. Because I’ve been excited for dates before that turned out to be, at best, lukewarm and at worst, excruciating. I’ve gotten excited for boys who were not excited about me (and vice versa). My track record isn’t something I’d be quick to wager money on.

But I am at my core an optimist. You can tell yourself every first date is going to be bad but there is going to be at least one that turns out to be a gamechanger. It could be next year, not for another decade, or - why the hell not? - tonight. 

So here goes nothing - because who knows, it could turn out to be everything.