So, I failed. Terribly.
When I said I wasn't going to date for a year, I really meant it. I was all set to do it.
And then I met R. We had been talking online before my decision not to date, and I told him when I made it. We got along well, though, so we decided we still wanted to hang out as friends.
We went to a bar to watch a football game. At some point, I started holding his hand. Eventually, he kissed me. I knew at that moment I had failed.
We've been dating over a month now, and still going strong. He makes me happier than I've been in a long time, and I can see in his eyes that I do the same.
I've never had good luck with blogging during a relationship, so this will be the end of the Date Slut. Wish me luck! :)
