Let's Do Lunch

Have you ever heard three more beautiful words in your entire life?
(Well, short of "I love you.")

That's right ladies and gentleman. Tomorrow, I, Elsie Lastname will be going on a lunch date with Jackson Keverly. This is the stuff dreams are made of!

For the curious, Jackson looks pretty much looks like Channing Tatum's twin, only with black, wavy hair and ears that don't stick out:

Now, I know this is only lunch and not a dinner and a movie date, but cut me some slack. I was the one doing the asking out, let's not forget. It was all by way of reparable damage. And not wanting to pressure him, I figured lunch is a nice juncture of "I'm Sorry-ville" and "Can I have your babies?"

If lunch goes well - and I think well for Jackson means all of my food stays inside of my body - then maybe he'll want to duplicate the happy experience. Maybe. I hope.

(Dreamy Sigh)

He was so sweet about my calling, too. He even offered to pick me up at my school, but I didn't want to risk my students seeing me get into his car...and, not that I really care what CH has to say on the subject, since he is apparently all flexy and limber with Yoga Christine, but, I wouldn't want him asking me any questions either.

So I politely declined and said we could meet at this cute little cafe  - Peaberry's. (If you ever go, and have gone all Eat, Pray, Love, order the Oreo Brownie. You will not regret, and you'll want it forever. Promise.)

But this is where he got really cute! He goes, "Okay, Elsie. We can meet, but I'm paying." To which I replied, "What? NO! This is my way of saying I'm sorry for, you know, throwing up all over you."

Then, oh my gosh, I almost melted for the second time today. He chuckled and said, "If it means that much to you, then I'll settle for splitting. But promise me one thing."

Me, all curious, "What would that be?"

In a very sexy, mock-stern voice, "If I even see you think about ordering anything with Mayo, I'm bolting and sticking you entirely with the bill."

Then he laughs, and I think, This is too amazing to be true. He is cute and charming. Am I in a Disney movie?

If I am Cinderella, let's just hope that if I do end up losing anything tomorrow, it's my ability to concentrate, and not my actual lunch. Those things are like lightning, right? They can't hit the same girl twice!