Meeting Jane and her boyfriend at this Liberty Village pub took bravery and open-mindedness I wasn’t even aware I possessed. I steadied myself in the entranceway, forcing myself to take slow, deep breaths. Adrenaline shakes aren’t a common occurrence for me before a first date. Then again, I’d never had a first date quite like this before.
I had come very close to sending Jane a Facebook message informing her that I could not, in actual fact, go through with this. I comforted myself with the thought that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do.
After all, what’s the harm of getting to know new people over a drink?
