So the night after my first date with D I was invited to go back around to hers to hang out with pizza and a bottle of wine.
I may have been out of the dating game for a while, but I’m not entirely clueless, and based on the night before, I knew exactly what was going to happen that evening, so as well as the wine, I packed a bag appropriately. One thing I had to bear in mind was it was going to be my weekend with the kids, so it wouldn’t do for their dad to pick them up in the same clothes he had worn the night before.
The evening was nice. I picked up some nice wine on the way there (despite knowing nothing about wine as I rarely drink the stuff). The pizza was awesome, though we didn’t finish it; I’m sure her flat-mates didn’t mind finishing it off later in the evening. We watched some really crappy TV, and talked a while.
I ended up staying awake most of the night “processing” what had gone on. It was a big step to take, so very soon after the breakup, but it was one which was going to happen sooner or later. If nothing else, I guess I’m glad it happened sooner so I can mentally move on quicker.