I don’t think a platonic date is how you’d describe tonight.

Maybe it was the fact that we got the first date over with and now it was “official” that our relationship had changed, but whatever it was there was no hesitation.

We were like two teens. Awkward but with an urgency.

Luckily I had to leave when the babysitter arrived with Sally. If it ended in a “sleepover” how would I explain I don’t sleep anymore?

Date Number Two: Success!