It’s 11:54pm and I’ve finally worked out all the details pertaining to my date tomorrow with Clay. Well, most of the details. The important ones, anyways. Like time that I’m meeting him (somewhere between 4 and 5 because he’s unfamiliar with the area that I live), where I’m meeting him (the parking lot of a mall) and all sorts of other fun things.
And yeah… That’s about it. I’m (very) excited because it’s finally going to happen! Only 120 days after I asked him out (no, I didn’t count out individual days). Yes, this is probably the lowest progressing relationship in the existance of North America. I’m not sure how fast relationships move in the rest of the world, but still probably not that slow (I would think, anyways).
I’m off to go watch Planet Earth now (yay for documentaries!).