<human>: I have been relationshipless for the past two years, since high school, for no real reason other than a lack of new people in my life. Yesterday, I went to taco bell for lunch, and noticed that my cashier was pretty cute. We flirted a little as she took my order, and then I sat down, lamenting the fact that there would be no reasonable way to advance without being a douche. (She's at work. unless she writes her number on my receipt, this is over)

That was, until she came out to take her break, alone, in a back booth. I don't suffer social anxiety, and years of customer service, theater, and navigating my world alone have blessed me with a confidence that most people don't have.  (My biggest restraint is the thought of coming of douchey)

Anyway, I knew that this was a now or never moment, so, feeling like I was in a romcom, I walked over and asked to sir by her. Fifteen minutes later, she had gone back to work, and I had gotten her number. Tonight, we had our first date (went swimmingly) and I kissed someone other than my mother for the first time in two long. 

Even boners are better when they are inspired by an actual person. I've been walking on air since I left her house. God I miss this feeling. Here's to hoping this less lasts!

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<bot>: Came for taco bell, left with a number. Proceeded to rock the first date and earn a kiss for my efforts. now I'm endlessly fistpumping.