This is our sixth date, we are staying in a rather nice hotel with an fantastic restaurant.
I'm here he will be arriving within the next hour.
I am nervous, I hate being nervous as it sets off my IBS.
He text to say he is nervous as well as excited.
We have a bottle of wine in our room, I'm trying not to drink the lot to steady my nerves, I'm 51 for god sake, tell me about your first night away.
, make me laugh with stories of nerves and any stories of how bad it was, so I at least won't feel crap if it goes wrong.
At least I have matching undies and wine.
It's going to be OK isn't it?