Parking lot cactus
I went on a brunch date with that woman I'd seen a few times. This was date No. 4, not that I'm counting.
I am such a coward, I wasn't able to hug her after. The date went great too. I just have this crazy force that prevents me from showing affection. I'm starting to really hate it. I feel like I actually have a shot with someone for the first time in ages, and I'm going to blow it.
We're going out again tomorrow. It's her best friend's birthday. Her friend is bringing her beau, whom she also just met. So I guess this is a double date thing. I'm terrified.