is the third time the charm?

or am i just a big fat idiot for opening myself up to this person again?

our third first date was a fairytale. amazing dinner, fun show (at the same place where we had our first first date five years ago, coincidentally), a ride to the airport the next morning with a big smoochy romantic send-off.

but now i'm on the east coast getting ready to take a much-needed vacation and i'm feeling unsure and possibly a bit regretful. fear, i guess. was the date an isolated event or potentially the start of something? i suppose i won't really know until i get back. at least i'll have white sand beaches and clear blue water to distract me in the meantime...oh, and probably some rum. ; )

~ md