<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><strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/03/18/day-171-oops-i-did-it-again/" target="_blank">Sign up on an Internet dating site. </a></strong> 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.

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<span>As fate would have it, a potential "match" contacted me, and we have a mutual friend in real life.  <span style="font-size: medium; color: #008000;"><strong>An Internet guy with real world references!  Woohoo!!!</strong></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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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #008000;"><strong>Let me assure you, this <em>rarely</em> happens in Internet dating, my friends.</strong></span>

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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 <strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/03/day-96-9-year-old-entrepreneur-gives-worlds-longest-pedicure/" target="_blank">World's Most Precious niece fit me into her tight schedule.</a></strong></span>

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

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<span style="color: #008000; font-size: medium;"><strong>I felt like a girl again.</strong></span>

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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 ends with a...

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To be continued...

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