First Encounters of the British Kind

I’m trying something new tonight. Mister Darcy and I had agreed to hang out this evening, but I really wanted to attend a happy hour for a friend’s birthday. So, I invited him to meet me there. And because I made this first encounter so casual, some of my nerves have been alleviated.

Well, I still I feel like there’s a hyperactive hamster running on his wheel in my stomach. But he’s just going a little slower today. He had a late night.

The nice thing is Mister Darcy has to work a little later today, so he won’t be leaving the office until 7:30. This means I can get to the shindig, have a cocktail with my friends, and relax a bit before he arrives.

Of course I’ll be checking the door the entire time. The doorman’s going to think I’m into him.

Well maybe if he’s cute, I will be. Some doormen are really cute.

So we’ve chatted online and on the phone a few times. And he’s got a great sense of humor. Yesterday I told him I was writing about guys calling girls Babe and since then he’ll just send me IM’s that say “hey babe.” I’ve created a monster.

Since meeting him, I’ve been learning some great terms. Like slutty girls are “dirty birds.” And he always asks permission to “phone me” before he calls. And before he goes, instead of saying okay, he says right. As in, “right got to go do some washing before work tomorrow” or “right you – back to work”. And of course in my head I read all of his messages in a thick British accent. Jolly good!

I’m sure we’ll have fun tonight, I just have the jitters. Once we get past the initial meet and greet, I’ll be okay. I hope. Ahhhh!

Anyway, I’m going to wear a cotton dress, black tights and boots. Keep it casual. Oh and I’m thinking subtle purple smoky eyes. I’m really into purple eyeshadow recently. Gotta keep things a little interesting.

Anyone have any first date rituals? Go-to outfit? Perfect lipgloss?