Last night, I managed to tear myself away from my intense Salsa Schedule to go out on a Real Date.

Conversation. Wine. Appetizers. No body rolls, exchange of body slime, or grinding. Boring, but in a good way.

Still, I wanted to make it to the club before midnight, and I tried not to be obvious about glancing at my watch. And this is someone I like! Doesn't bode well for a relationship, but at least I have other interests.

Anyway, we were done by 11:00 and I was free to pursue my addiction.

Just for today, I can date.