It Must Be Happy Hour Somewhere In The World....

Girl meets boy. Girl likes boy. Girl kisses boy. Boy kisses girl. Girl and boy spend a few nights together in which a connection is established.

Now for reasons I wont go into here, girl had to halt proceedings with boy and events come to a standstill. Now years later boy sees phone number of girl and sends a tentative text. Girl responds and the connection is re-established. Girl and boy arrange to meet up a few days later.

Would this classify as a date? I'm not sure. Girl certainly has butterfly like jitters in her stomach.

So I am the girl. And I have a rendezvous with the boy. For reasons far beyond the realm of understanding, I'm terrified. Why? Because its during the day.

As you don't know me well enough, it's fair to say that its a simple chemical reaction to putting myself out there and taking a dip into that icy pool of dating again. But if I were to throw in the fact that most of my romantic liaisons occur when I'm a little braver - that is to say, when I've had a bit to drink and I'm far more courageous. Dutch courage, you might call it. Courage, the Dutch might call it.

I'm sure I'm not the only person to have ever been in this same situation. The things you want to say to that handsome stranger on the other side of the pub,the bold glances thrown their way, the not so subtle flick of the hair - it's all easier when you've had a drink or 10. Alcohol is a social lubricant by which the cogs of my social skills are heavily greased.

So this date is taking place late morning tomorrow. Luckily we live in a city in which there is always something to do, somewhere to go, people to see, music to listen to and BARS TO DRINK IN. But, fellow muser, where the hesitation lies is that will it be a suitable situation in which I can reach for the bottle, so to speak. Midday is the grudgingly accepted time in which social imbibement can begin, but do I want to look like I endorse this?

Our initial encounter occurred in such a situation where alcohol emboldened the both of us enough to skip the niceties of courtship. I imagine in that state I was fun, witty, daring and had something to offer in the avenue of enjoyment. Or am i wont to view my own reflection with beer goggles?

Either way, can I be that same girl that attracted him in the first place without the help of alcohol? The only way to find out is to go to this rendezvous with all the self confidence I can muster and simply enjoy the day with him. I certainly don't want to go there expecting to have a bad time, and I presume he would be of the same opinion.

Could he be experiencing the same kind of angst I am? Will he struggle for things to say in the glaring light of day? Will it be awkward, stilted conversation? Have I been out of the dating game for too long? Do I even remember what it is like to have the attention of another male who is single, clever, gorgeous and, from what I have fathomed so far, free of emotional baggage?

So many questions. I think I need a drink.

Good luck in life and love,

Honey xx