<a href="http://lorilee1.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/first-date-cloud.png" target="_blank"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-4662" title="first-date-cloud" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/first-date-cloud-300x133.png" alt="" width="300" height="133" /></a>Oh, the excitement and anticipation of a first date.  It had been nearly a year since my last first date.

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Lately, my life has been work, World's Most Precious Pooch, and blogging.  And 173 curious mini-adventures.

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Life has been more than busy.

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<span>So what do I do when my plate <span>overfloweth</span>?</span>

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<span>Sign up on an <span>internet</span> dating site.  That's what.</span>

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Uh-oh.

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I hadn't been exactly motivated to date lately.  It would take a lot to tear me away from Little Miss B and my computer.  But I suppose that if you are going to jump into the Internet dating pool, this is probably the best position to be in.  Otherwise, you are going to waste your precious time, girlfriends.

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<span>As fate would have it, a potential "match" contacted me, and we have a mutual friend in real life.  An Internet guy with real world references!  <span>Woohoo</span>!!!</span>

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He asked me out for Saturday night.  Not for coffee.  Not for a cocktail.  For dinner.  At my favorite restaurant in my fair city.

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Let me assure you, this <em>rarely</em> happens in Internet dating, my friends.

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<span>Since it been nearly a year since my last first date, I felt inclined to pamper myself for the day.  With my recent busy-<span>ness</span>, I had ignored things like <span>manis</span>, <span>pedis</span>, and even getting my car washed.  If a guy is going to walk me to my car, I want it to be clean.  This is very typical Virgo behavior.  Please don't be alarmed.</span>

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<span>So...I finally used my <span>groupon</span> to head down to the car wash, and then luxuriated in a <span>mani</span>/<span>pedi</span> for the first time since World's Most Precious niece fit me into her tight schedule.</span>

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I then came home, showered, and even blew out my hair.  (It's been ponytail or air dry for quite some time.)

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I felt like a girl again.

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(Or a woman for all of those feminists out there clicking their tongues.)

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After getting dolled up, I climbed into my clean car and drove off into the sunset.  Literally.

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And I will stop here because even a blah blah blogger needs a bit of privacy in her life at times.

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Let's just say that this first date end with a...

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To be continued...

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