I’ll always remember my first date with Tim as if it was yesterday. It was a nice, blustery day in October. The kind of day that made you want to sit in and curl up with a good book. I waited anxiously by my door, hoping to get a glimpse of my date through the peephole. His pictures made him look fantastic, but I wanted to make sure that it wasn’t an illusion. I had wondered why someone so good-looking had even thought to talk to me online, but there we were, chatting away as if we had known each other our whole lives.
I decided to settle down and just wait on my couch. But the butterflies were stirring something fierce, and I was ready to meet him in the flesh. Finally, there was a knock at my door. I took a deep breath and forced down any hiccups that were brewing inside. I walked over
