9/22/06 email to my best friend in NYC:
So I went on this date last night and I still can't get the butterflies out of my stomach and I'm still smiling like a moron. He's awsome, and we had an amazing time. We met at Canter's, the jewish late-night hipster deli I took you to, but ended up at Eata Pita instead, which I thought you would appreciate. Then, after the dinner he invited me along to a jazz show. We're there, and one of his aquaintences was essentially shocked that we were on a first date - "I never would have known. You seem like you're together." And we both kinda felt the same way too.
And then, we held hands through the show. And it was absolutely wow hands holding. And he's cute. And he's really tall. And really funny smart. And a progressive Texas Jew (his grandfather is a republican Jewish bigwig who regularly lunches with George Sr. So weird.) And outgoing/energetic. And he likes tall women who can hold their own. And he really seems to like me. (He may have half-jokingly invited himself to Italy on our upcoming trip. Ha.)
I'd forgotten what it could feel like when someone actually likes you as opposed to trying to force and manipulate something to happen with someone who you think you should like a bit more than you do.
Oh goodness, I'm smitten. I'm all about robbing this particular cradle. I must go compose myself now and be productive. I must also remind myself to enjoy thebut not to expect anything more than that. Let's just see where this goes.
Happy Anniversary, J. Three years ago we had the best first date of my life, and I feel like the fun hasn't ended since then. I couldn't be happier that I decided to rob this particular cradle. And I couldn't be happier that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.