I don’t know how I feel about this.  He’s one of the greatest guys I know.  And I love spending time with him.  But I’ve never thought about him in that way.  He’s my bud, you know?  But I figured, why not?  What’s the worst that could happen? 

Oh wait, wasn’t I supposed to learn my lesson with last boy who was in our group of friends?  And never date in the circle again (that sounds like we’re a cult)?  Ok yea, so this could end very badly. 

And now I’m anxious, which means I’m going to be a ball of nerves tonight and act like an idiot.  So at least I know there wont be a second date!