The most exciting news EVER part II

GUESS WHAT!!! I can't talk for long because I've got an entire night of TV scheduled (sad but true) but I wanted everyone here to know that he asked me out again!!! He rang me up this time, I have no idea where he got my phone number from, but after a slightly embarrassing conversation where I couldn't actually figure out who he was, he asked me to the cinema!

AND I SAID YES!!!

I think I probably always knew I'd say yes - all that umming and aahring was probably just a defence mechanism in case he didn't ask again, but as soon as he asked (once I'd figured out who it was) I said yes straight away! We're going to the cinema I think, next week once all the crazy New Year stuff is over. Just think how much weight I can lose by then!!!

Which means I'll be starting 2009 with an actual man who is actually interested in dating me! And I can't possibly mess it up before Jan 1st because I'm not even going to see him before then!

I'm noticing I use an awful lot of exclamation marks when I'm writing in this blog. My English teacher always said that they were a lazy way of showing excitement, and that I should let the emotion come through in the language instead. So Sir, if you're listening, I'm really seriously excited. Really.

AND there's a whole night of Sex and the City ahead of me!!

If this doesn't call for a giant party popper I don't know what does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omgomgomgomgomgOMG!!!

Today is the happiest I've ever been. This is it. Final. Full Stop. Life could end here and I don't think I'd mind one jot (except that tomorrow could be even better of course...)

Thursday December 4th. The Happiest Day of Ever. The day I got asked out on a date. By an actual boy.

I've been obese for a long time. Since they invented the word really. Needless to say I don't have the boys swooning over me, and part of me had almost stopped caring. Probably a defence mechanism (one of many), but I've just stopped spending my days worrying about boys/romances/crushes because they're so alien to my life.

And I have a good life, a fulfilling life that involves friends and family and laughter. But just not boys. Not romance, not even the hope of one. I told myself I didn't care, but the way I'm feeling right now, if that's how the skinny pretty people feel all the time, then I just can't believe anyone has a need for prozac!

I didn't think people actually got asked out anymore. Not like "would you like to go out on a date with me" anyway. Seems like something that'd happen to Reese Witherspoon or Jennifer Aniston or someone. I see people getting together on the dance floor or at parties all the time, but I've never even heard of a guy actually getting up the courage to ask a girl out properly, but it happened today!

And I completely blew it! I was so shocked that I just stared, open mouthed for a good 6 hours, and by the time I did manage to get a word out ("mimblewibble") he was so embarrassed that he ran off, fell over, and will probably never return.

Doesn't matter though, as I suck down my milkshake with slightly more gusto than usual. Because I got asked out. And these brighter clothes are clearly working their magic!