There Is Hope For Me

It's possible that I may have finally found a boyfriend. For the first time since the year 2000, I went out on a second date and there is going to be a third. So, who is this guy, you ask? Remember that doctor I work with who promised to call and then didn't, well, he's reappeared.

He's been visiting almost everyday. That's one of the few advantages to having psychotic patients on the floor, a shrink has to visit them. Richard is the house shrink.

Our first date was a little shaky. My nerves got the best of me and I was a giggling maniac.

The second date went well. I got to show off my cooking skills with souvlaki, a garlicky lamb dish and we enjoyed a bottle of excellent red wine that Richard brought. And now, I know why wine makes me gag, I've never drunk fine wine before. This not only didn't trigger my gag reflex, but I liked it. I have a mild hang-over and have to go to work today, but it was worth it.

If things don't work out, it will be okay. I'm having a good time and have finally made it past my one-date hurdle. That alone is something to celebrate.