The 4-1-1

I guess it's time to talk about my date last night. The feared dinner date. Feared because of my irrational fear and discomfort of eating in front of people (mostly guys). 

He picked me up in his truck. He drives kind of fast and it made me uneasy. He's really nice, I can't deny that. But I don't know what it was, it's probably because it was the first date but I'm not sure there were really any sparks. And it makes me sad that he doesn't really get my sarcasm, I mean... Granted, most people don't. But I just kind expect to date someone who gets it or appreciates it. 

Being on the date really made me miss Richard. I hate myself for missing him so much.