The date's not with Peter, but someone else. His name is Maurice. He appears to be quite good looking, blue eyes, about 32 years old, in good shape. He is employed as a computer designer, something to do with architecture (you know me, my eyes start to glaze over when the talk gets too technical. But I know he doesn't actually design houses himself. He says it's "just a job.") Has two cats. Really into decorating and gardening.
I don't know. We'll see how things go. This has the potential to be a complete disaster...or, it could be something else the exact opposite of disastrous. I don't think it'll be in between, for some reason.
I have no idea how things will turn out. The conversation today was somewhat stilted. We both seemed somewhat nervous. For my part, I was in the bedroom and it just felt...odd. But an okay odd.
I shall keep you posted, dear diary.