full moon Friday the 13th

I feel really weird right now. I just got home from a second date or a first real dinner date. I honestly cant remember ever "dating" before. I have gone out with guys before and either never saw them again by choice or married them or lived with them within weeks. So a second "date" is unusual but at the same time it feels really good. We had a great dinner and conversation. I of course chose somewhere I would feel comfortable so we went to The Red Caboose; the place I work at 2-3 days a week. So I was surrounded by people that knew me and were happy that I was coming out just for fun.

It's odd, I really enjoy taking things much much slower. He is a great guy, has a ton of attributes that are important to me, the only disagreement we have so far is country music but hey I am willing to expand my musical experience even further. I think he is the first person I have ever ever met that hasn't said "oh you have such beautiful eyes". I find that intriguing. He is open but a little mysterious and I am reserved as well.

But of course the superstitions of the day would have to come to fruition some how and when I got home I found my nephew had had a party in my room. ARRRGGGHHH My bedroom has been my sanctuary for many many years and my kids knew better than to go in my room when I am not home. I had allowed him to go on the computer but also requested that he never bring anyone in there while I was gone. My paint brushes were thrown on the floor, the tips to my calligraphy pen are all over the whole room many lost I am sure. a few of my paintings were crumpled during the pillow fight and I am afraid to look any further. This makes me want to move out. I don't want to be pissed off at my nephew but I don't ever want the little fucker in my room ever again. I need my own place, I can't live here and truly become my OWN being; I also don't want to move in with a man, any man. I would like my own apartment and I think I am going to work on that more so than the car. I am pissed and my next date with that guy is in exactly 12 hours. How many new pair of underwear am I gonna have to buy? Because as you all know, You have to have on a brand new, never before seen pair of the cutest underwear, "just in case he sweeps me off my feet and throws me in his bed and says he can't live another second without seeing my tattoo" :)