O...M...G!

I have a date tonight.

Boyfriend asked me out! I KNOW!

At least, I think it's a date.

(sigh)

Ok, I have never been great at reading men. This is what happens when you have two older brothers who dote over you--you just expect guys to be really nice to you all of the time and go out of their way. Because this is just what men always do, right? Ok, ok...stop rolling your eyes at me. I'm getting better at reading men and figuring out when they like me or when they like-me, like-me. It's just taken longer for me than most to learn this.

You tell me what this seems like to you/whether it is a date or not:

No sooner had I written "I suck" in my last post do I make my way down to Harry Potter (the dining hall here that looks like, well...) and I lock eyes with none other than Boyfriend. He was smiling. I was intrigued. We met up and talked. And laughed. And he was doing the whole "I like this person so I am going to mirror her body language" thing. Inside, I was doing backflips!

"How are you?" he asked.
"I feel like I am always working. I'm stressed," I reply.
"Well, that's no good," he says with his little Southern drawl creeping out. He continues. "We should have lunch together, or dinner."

I am shocked. I am hoping my face (that is always a mirror to how I am really feeling no matter how much I try to hide it) is relaying joy and enthusiasm rather than shock and disbelief. Because, really, at that point I was feeling all of those combined.

I make plans to "check my book" and email him. The final word is that I am meeting him tonight in about 45 minutes. We're having dinner at Harry Potter. This is a little neutral and therefore confusing--I mean if this is a date, why aren't we going out?

But on the flipside, this is a man (he is 25) and he asked me to meet him to spend time with just him because he seemed concerned and wanted to (I believe) get to know me better. That's a date, right?

I will let you know what happens...
and I really hope it's a date. :-)