100 Socks to Sort

Its a beautiful day today, and here I am sorting out my laundry of 100 socks. In about three hours I am going on a date with this Kindergarten teacher I met at Half penny Pub. It's the first date I had in a long while. Most of the dates I had in the last few years were with girls I somewhat knew already. But tonight its with a real stranger that I don't really know much about. Come to think of it, I don't think i ever really went out with somebody i just met in a bar. Ever.

Her name is Kara and we met about two weeks ago. It was a Saturday night and I just left my friends house to meet up with Cordanno at the bar. Going around the bar saying my "Hellos" comes this tiny cute Blondie Irish girls with big blue eyes. and asked me,

"HEY! You're the guy in that photo!"

You see, a few months back Elvis and I took that picture there and got it hung up at the bar.( That's a story onto itself for another time)

We started talking and for some reason I actually didn't seem like the awkward dorky self when I was talking to her....

Or least that's what it seemed like to me. It could of been all the scotch I was drinking prior coming out to the bar....

Yeah. Definitely was the scotch come to think about it now.

We started talking and by the end of the night we were going our separate ways. I step out of the bar and smoked a cigarette. Peeking through the window of the closed door, I see her putting on her jacket and helping her super drunk friend up to leave. So there I am, standing outside in the rain trying to muster up whatever courage I had in me to ask this girl out.

I never been that guy that generally can ask for random girls phone number. I'm a fucking idiot when it comes to that kinda shit, really. I just really wanted to see her again so I just went back inside, went up to her and told her.

"Look, I like you...but i don't know how to do this."

She started laughing and said,"You're too cute" and we exchange numbers.

What she doesn't know is that I actually seen her before at the bar. It was Old man Craig's bday sometime this past fall/spring and I saw here there with the same friend. We were exchanging glances throughout the night, but I just didn't do anything about it. I wanted too. I tried think of things to say to her that didn't seem creepy or sounding like a total idiot. Nope, I had nothing. I saw her talking to Mikey B at one point before she left. I remember specifically feeling  bad that I never said anything and often wondered from time to time if I was ever going to see her walk into the bar again.

So two weeks ago, you could imagine the surprise when she came up to me. Here it is now only 2 hours away until I pick her up for dinner, nervous as fuck. Hoping I don't come off as a total loser. Still got to finish putting away those socks. I'm thinking now, if this turns out well tonight and we sort of click, it will be all due to that stupid picture.

I got stop and organize my thoughts and sort out the rest of the socks..So here I go.

Please God, don't let me fuck this up.