...Do I Really Want To Do This?

Update on Saturday's date...
The dinner was good. The company was good. Everything would have been great, I suppose, except at the end of the date (which was three hours long) he walked me to my car and said, "Well, what do we do now?"
"I need to get home," I said, and didn't add I have a pot roast in the slow cooker because that's what I do every weekend. Not neccessarily pot roast, but something, goes into the slow cooker so I don't have to cook during the week if and when I hit the rare occasion that I'm hungry and it's after work hours.
"Do you want me to follow you home?"
Um, NO.
"Um," I said, not quite eloquently but at a minimum honestly, "I think I can find it."
OK, so that and the fact that he was definitely NOT five nine. I had 3" heels on which made me 5'5" and I still felt like Nicole Kidman in the days she was married to Tom.
Tomorrow...because I'm nuts if for no other reason, I'm meeting P--for a drink downtown after work. He claims to be 6'5". He seems nice enough.
He will probably be a dwarf with multiple personalities.
OK, not a fair statement and now is no time to become cynical. It's just that sometimes, I can't help myself.
Mental note to self: Laugh about this later. :)