I feel like I was just on a big date.

We courted for awhile until I finally got up the courage to ask her out, thinking I was ready.

Hours were spent thinking about what to say, what to do, how to act, you know the feeling.  When the time finally came I was excited to finally get the evening started but I was so nervous I think I bungled a few of the finer points.

Later in the evening we got into deep discussions about what we do when the chips are down and I felt good until she hit me with a situation out of left field.  Not unlike bringing up religion and politics at a family gathering.  A quick side-step and we were back on positive ground.

At the end of the evening we were simply talking and I think I made a good impression.

I hope I made a good impression.

Second guessing comes into play.

Did I say the right things at the right times?  Did I wear the right clothes and take her to the right places?

Why hasn’t she called?

Because she dated almost 80 other folks that day.

I know, right?

Mid August is the rumor and when the results are out I hope to share the exam as a You Make the Call Extravaganza.

Details when they develop,

HM