After my first date with JB, it's official. I am the awkwardest person on the face of planet earth.
We looked at Halloween costumes, got frozen yogurt, and then saw End of Watch (which I highly recommend).
I'll spare you guys the extensive details of my debilitating social ineptitude and just say this: I'm lucky that JB is very patient, because at times I'm very oblivious to things. And sometimes my brain stops working and it's just... awful and all I can think about is space, and how it's a vacuum, and how sometimes it's scary, but in a fascinating way, kind of like sharks. Space sharks.
BUT. He wants to go out with me again. Most likely because of our shared love of food and action movies.
So. Yeah. I'm not good about writing about feelings in this area, so I'm just going to go watch the new episode of Doctor Who and try not to cry because 1) Amy and Rory are leaving, and 2) It's the mid-season finale.