Plan…Who Needs A Plan?

I will not plan. I will not plan. I will not plan. Help! Whatever you would like to call it (date, get together, snuggle session) number 3 is happening tonight with okcupid guy #1 and there is no plan in sight. He’s been very busy; I’ve been very busy; and so tonight is an “I’ll text you when I’m heading uptown” date…or whatever you would like to call it. I don’t do well in these situations. I need to plan EVERYTHING. What time will we go out? Where are we going? What will we do? It’s a good thing I’m an event intern, but this is exactly the type of obsessive behavior I have vowed to give up for Lent. It may have seemed trivial at the time, but when I see how my obsessive instincts start taking over my brain, I know that they are something I have to give up in order to better function in this unpredictable world.

I wish I could be the “go with the flow” girl. I’ve never been that girl. Ever. I pretend to be that girl from time to time. I say things like, “Oh sure, we’ll just wing it” as my chest begins to tighten. Some may find my idiosyncrasies endearing, but I’m sure most people just get annoyed. Who wants to receive a text that says…

“We could go see the movie at 9:45 or we could get coffee at 10:30 or we can just forget about tonight and grab appetizers a night next week. Does Wednesday work? Or we could just do drinks. Whatever.”

And that wasn't even an "I like you so I'm nervous" text. That's just me needing a plan. I’m surprised he still wants to see me after that. I may even judge him a little. Most guys say that they love the t-shirt and jeans girl who faces life as one big adventure. We all know that girl. I call her the Blake Lively type: The blonde, tan girl who likes to surf. I find that people who surf are easy-going individuals. I don’t know how to surf, and while the beach is lovely on a hot summer day, I prefer to live in the city. I’m the quintessential neurotic girl – A mental mix between Carrie Bradshaw and Monica Gellar sans the size 2 waists. I do a good job of hiding it at first, but if you’re going to hang around with me for a prolonged period of time, you will discover my secret.

So tonight, I will try my hardest to be Blake. I will workout, shower, get ready and go about my night not caring if he ends up texting me or not (even though I’ll be all ready to go somewhere at 10:30 p.m.….my usual bedtime on a work night.) Once he calls (assuming he does), I’ll go out into the night with no plan in mind. I’ll just be happy to have nice company and New York…even though it may rain. I’ll plan to bring an umbrella. I can at least plan that, right? This is going to be the longest 40 days of my life.