Accidental date.

I am definitely definitely feeling like staying in today. It is raining, cold and nasty, so my bed and some nice wine, along with reruns of House seem like a perfect idea right about now. I was trying to relax this weekend after the week of non-stop outings. Today, it's been working out just fine. Although I am not sure it will hold up... Shall we start at the beginning though?
This week, as I've expected was painfully slow at work. No one was there and if I ever decided to show up late or leave early, there would be no one to prevent me from doing so. I've spent most of my time reading news and doing some market research. Fun, I know. I also strongly believe that at some point on Thursday, I've reached the end of Internet. That's when I knew it was time to leave. Yet, despite having nothing to do at work, I still didn't feel like doing anything tonight. I did my laundry though...
I also accidentally accepted a date with A. tomorrow night. I still sit here pondering how it happened. It all went approximately this way: as soon as I finished washing the first load of clothes, my phone rang. The call was from some unknown number, but I picked up anyway... against my better judgment and common sense. It was the guy I met at my friend's Christmas party. We spent some time socializing that evening, but I talked to him no more and no less as I would talk to anyone at the house gathering. As far as I remembered, he was doing promotions for a few places I like in DC, so when he asked for my phone number, I figured he needed it in case he and his crew planned a new party. Even now, as I talked to him and he mentioned something about going out tomorrow, I figured it was for one of their events. Hence, I said I was going to be there... "Alright, so I will call you tomorrow so we can settle the details and I will pick you up". Pick me up? That just spelled "date" for me. The phone conversation with R. half an hour later confirmed it. "Yup girl, he just asked you out on a date", she said.
Great. I mean he seems like a nice guy, but I really am not sure if I even want to jump into anything right now. These past few months have been really fucked up, and knowing my attitude towards dating, this one has more chances than ever to fail miserably. Nonetheless, I agreed to go out tomorrow. Either way, he didn't mention the word "date", so I could always claim it was just a friendly encounter. On the positive side, he seemed like an great guy, interesting to talk to, which is extremely important if you go out for dinner and drinks.
Because in this case, all you have to rely on, is the conversation itself and your communication skills. And obviously, my natural charm and magnetism...
As if...