When you accidentally text your date instead of your best friend.

There was so much curiosity surrounding my short little blurb about Brad, accidentally texting him instead of Brook (about our date), and the “three month” calendar reminder … so, here we go!

Brad and I had a WONDERFUL first date. I rate it 11/10. We both had some jitters at first, but by the end of the night, it felt like I had known him for years. And, the kissing was great (despite Brad claiming he was “off his game” and “we should practice more”).

That evening, I told Brad, “Hey, if you don’t like me or think I am weird or ugly or whatever, I would much rather you tell me that, so I don’t have to continue my streak of getting ghosted.”

He texted me before I even got home. He told me he was “very into” me. He knew I was going home to Ohio that upcoming weekend but “asked for time on my calendar” that Monday. We were both very deliberate and straight forward with our communication. No mind games. No “playing it cool.”

The next morning, this is what happened:

I sent him PHOTOS of his own dogs AND his own office. “This is Winnie and Finn and his home office!”

It. Didn’t. Stop. There.

I proceeded:

“Umm, I don’t know. I think he’ll be sad, but we’ve only been on one date, so it’s not going to end his world or anything. I think he really likes me though.”

Then, I realized what I did.

I proceeded:

“SHIT.”

“THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TO BOOKE.”

“I AM GOING TO GO DIE NOW.”

I waited for 60 seconds in pure agony. AGONY.

He responded, “Please don’t do that. My heart did fall out of my foot just now, so I’d love if you’d make me sad early, so I don’t spend the day obsessing over it.”

I explained to him that I was *actually* going home to Ohio for the very final stage of a job interview, and that my chances of moving four hours north to be back home with family were VERY high, and he’d likely never see me again.

I asked him how he was feeling.

“I am obviously bummed out, and also selfish, because you’re the only girl I’ve wanted a second date with of all the dates I’ve been on in the past three months. Then, I feel terrible because you’re just trying to live your best life, and here I am instinctively wishing your life would go in a different direction, and we’ve only been on one date, so I’m horrible. I want to be happy for you. I hope it’s a great job that you’re equally passionate about and it’s everything you want in a career.”

That is Part II. Part 3 to come!

*Brad was bold and took CANDID PHOTOS of me on our first date. Any my mom obviously got a pre-date selfie.