Okay, so I don’t really have a lot of gay people in my life irl, so I don’t have anyone to talk to about this that might actually understand why this is so great.

I don’t date a lot. Like, I’m 33, and I’ve been on maybe 5 actual dates. Lots of hook ups, a couple boyfriends, but actual dates? Basically none.

Well, I had a hook up tonight that I ended up inviting to a trivia game at a local bar, because I needed a team mate. He agreed, we lost miserably, and I had the best date of my life. He kissed me in the parking lot, and texted for hours after. I had to go to Walmart on the way home, and he asked me to come over on my drive home. Not to hook up, just because he wanted to kiss me goodnight.

I know it’s early days, but honestly, I had given up on the prospect of dating at all. I really like this guy, and I’ve got my hopes up a little bit. He also called it a great date, and wants to make another.

Frick, y’all, I feel like a giddy teenager