Number 1 in a series of,ohhhhh, lets say, a million!

Well, it's is only four more sleeps till the big day.
My first, 'first date' in nigh on three years.

It should help that I have known the girl in question for a few years now, it doesn't, it makes it worse.
Having known her for a while, I assume it is only good social graces that dictate I should therefor have some prior knowledge of her likes and dislikes etc etc,
I don't.
I know she works in the local ASDA, I know she has the smile of an angel, and the body of a goddess (in my own humble eyes), and I know she always flirts outrageously with me, and laughs at my jokes, so I should be 'well in there'. (to quote a close chum).

But I'm wetting myself, that I'll dry upon the night.
I won't be funny, I'll wear something terrible, I'll have a bad hair day.

SOMETHING will prevent this from going somewhere.

I will be honest, with you, dear reader,
I am 28, and I have a daughter, and I work hard.
But as long as the bills are paid and my little one is well fed and clothed, then It's hard to stop feeling like a 17 year old still.
Only, a seventeen year old who really wants to find 'the one' so that I can shower her with affection, gifts, kisses and generally treat her like the centre of my world.

Only, somehting always happens to prevent this.

In the past, it has been my ability to attract and subsequently, co-habit with, and I say this with utmost respect, GRADE A MENTALLISTS!

I admit, I am far from perfect, but Im pretty grounded, sensible when the need arises, outgoing, funny, spontaneous, non-jealous and very giving in a relationship.
I have been described as 'too nice' on several occasions.

I hate this, and shall describe it as UTTER BALLS.

I like to go out with my mates, I like to watch the footy on my own or with pals/lager, and can quite happily ignore my partner for a while if I am preoccupied. I don't HAVE to see them every single day (although I do enjoy waking up and seeing my loved ones face on the next pillow) and can be generally relied on to rip the piss out of everyone, girlfriends included. In jest of course.

So I am not sure what the problem is!

Any sugestions?

I will no doubt be spending several hours over the coming days agonising over what to wear on Sunday.
I always seem to go for the middle ground of jeans and a nice polo shirt.
This is dull.
I am not dull.
I am a paradox.

Anyway, its time to return to the real world and do some 'work' as I believe it is called.

I shall return of the morrow, whereby I shall almost certainly have thought of some more reasons why I am likely to undermine myself this weekend.

Till then, dear reader, take care, stay safe and be Unstable.

Yours, currently nervous,
Unstabledan!