Went out for dinner, coffee and a movie tonight. My first "date" in ages. Well I don't think you could really call it a date, hence the "". But it was nice enough I guess, although I realised that I don't miss dating. Not that I had a bad experience tonight. On the contrary, it was rather pleasant. But I just don't seem to enjoy dates as much now. Maybe it's the pressure of having to conjure up some form of conversation. I'm really at a point now where what I'd enjoy most is a comfortable silence. Where you know me and I know you and we're just both enjoying the presence of the other person. Simply the presence. Where I'm so at ease with you that we could sit for hours and just be. You don't have to try to make me laugh, you don't have to impress me with your firm grasp of the English language, you don't have to look like a million bucks.

And when I find that, I'll have found you.