life after it all

So yah, I got a bit caught up in the anger.  So I forgot to review how my drinks last night (aka "the date") went.

It went well.  It was relatively short (which was fine with me as I have to work today).  But we chatted about where we had been over the past 10 years and hockey (woohoo!) and religion. 

I did remember (however much later while I was driving home), that my limit is 3 drinks (which I stuck to), but its 3 drinks over 3 hours.  Not 3 drinks over 2 hours.  So I'm sure I was one beer away from not being able to drive home.  And in all honestity, I probably shouldn't have driven home anyway. 

Too much time in South Africa has made me immune to that little angel on my shoulder which says "Don't drive".  Got to get that angel a mega phone.

Especially since I went home and emailed AB justice.  :(

But yes, drinks were fun.  I've got to admit.  And hopefully we will do it again before one or both of us leaves for the mainland.

I'm offically back in the game.  Back on the horse (even if the horse is only a pony - I'll get on the big horsie later).

So I think I have a date next week.  Maybe its not a date.  But because being out with a male who isn't gay without  friends hasn't happened to me in about . . . oh . . . 4 years, I'll pretend its a date so I can smile.  Ok, so if you count drinks with a coworker last Jan before I moved to SA, then its once in the past 4 years.  And that could have been a date since hes a hot guy and appears frequently in my dreams (just kidding - or am I?).  So yah, I have a potential date this coming week.  And it has no future - because he lives away.  And this is a good thing, because I need to learn to date and not want anything else.

I'm excited.

I'm potentially dating again.