A great date is a rare and skittish thing. It inspires and transforms me – to the level at which I’ve been burning the candle for my entire unrealised single life. It’s these glimmers that make me certain that I’m not holding out for some pointless ideal - for some distorted notion of perfection, but for a real girl. One who might like me back, who might just elevate things to a level I have only found in the exceptional shadows of rare friendships. And now I wait to see what last Saturday night might become.
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