I’m in love! I’m in love! And I don’t care who knows it! Ok, maybe that’s a little bit dramatic to say after a first date. A first, blind date. What can I say? It was a really, really good date. Sometimes you just have chemistry with someone you meet. I am not just talking about sexual chemistry. Of course that is important, but I’m talking about plain ol’ chemistry with a person who ends up being a lifelong friend or mentor or hopefully a soul mate. This guy, this date . . there was definitely chemistry. AND he kept his pants on (please refer to my post A Walk Down Dating Memory Lane). We spent most of our time laughing, not dwelling too much on work (which is a very DC-thing to do on a first date), and remaniscing about the midwest. Did I mention he loves the HBO Girls (http://www.hbo.com/girls) and thinks Lena Dunham is a brilliant writer? I think he might be a feminist and I’m hooked.