I have never been this nervous about a date in my life. What is it about David that is making me so crazy? He’s outside on his porch, reading a book, and he looks very casual. Jeans, t-shirt, socks. I’m glad I decided to change before leaving work. I bought a cotton turquoise dress last week and it’s perfect. Casual and sexy.He looks happy to see me and I think he seems a little nervous. “Hey,” I say. “Hey yourself. Welcome back.”I pause as I think of the first time I made this walk from my car to his porch and then into his house. To discuss the impending discipline session. “Thanks,” is all I can manage to say. “You’re earlier than I expected.”Shoot! I was so excited to see him that I left work early. Did arriving early make me seem too eager? “Got sick of being at work,” I say. “Have a seat,” he says, patting the padded bench next to him. I do, and his golden retriever meanders up to say hello. “What’s his name?” “Sparky.” “Seems like a good dog.”
