Charming, but single

After tons of e-mails, creepy IMs, winks, flirts, icebreakers, profile scanning, forward questions, obnoxious phone conversations and other generally uncomfortable happenings, I have done it. I am actually going on a date with on of the Online Dating Guys. The Academic. I’d been annoyed that we hadn’t been able to get together sooner. Our schedules seem to be pretty opposite. He had suggested lunch last week, and I’d canned that idea as politely as possible, since on most days my lunch break consists of me trying not to get crumbs on the keyboard or Diet Coke on the reports. So, we’re meeting for lunch at an Indian restaurant on Saturday. I’m excited and cautiously optimistic. He suggested Indian because we did days of e-mailing back and forth while he was out of town and the topic of food came up. He’s a fan of Indian and I like what I’ve had, so it seemed like a fun idea. I’m thinking a flippy blow out. I’m thinking casual flowy skirt. I’m thinking tightish T-shirt or tank. I’m thinking sexy little sandals. Nerves. There is this moment, before we meet, before the date, before the curry. When all I can do is give myself a wink and smile, take a deep breath and hope for the best.