Call me, call me any, anytime

I was asked for my number the other day. This was very strange to me, not that asking for a phone number is something out of the ordinary, because that happens all the time, but that someone was asking for mine. It never occurred to me that anyone would want it. He's cute. A few years older than I am. He was dating a girl that I work with, which has it's own level of weirdness to it. So apparently we are going to go out sometime. Which is strange as well... I've never been on an actual 'date' I've only ever went out with two boys, and that was in high school so the whole 'date' thing was complicated by needing to ask parents for rides or money. Most of our time was spent shut in the front room of my old house. A second tv room, it was used basically as a somewhat private place, since I wasn't allowed to have boys in my room. Not that my parents didn't bust in every five minutes to make sure nothing beyond hand holding was happening.

The only other 'relationship' (if you could call it that) I was in wasn't really an out in the open kinda deal. 99% of that time was spent in his bed. The times I'd basically stalk him at work adding up to the other 1%. After a while I began thinking that there was something wrong with me. Thus the shut ins, and the close to two words he'd say when in public. Surely there had to be something horrible about me, something so bad he wouldn't want anyone to see him with me. But once I stopped acting like a stupid girl I realized that we were really only able to see each other when he got out of work, usually at about 2 am, so that really had more to do with the non-dates and lack of public appearances.

But needless to say the idea of an actual date is a bit foreign. What will we do, What will we talk about, and most importantly what will I wear.