The differences in type never cease to amaze and amuse me. Dave, an INFJ whom I was supposed to meet right around the time I found out I’m pregnant, wrote me this morning…TUESDAY morning…to ask if I wanted to go to Templeton Trail. ON SUNDAY. It’s not like this is an 8-mile-block-off-half-the-day hike. This is my typical 1-2 hour jaunt that I tend to do by the seat of my pants.

Everything in me said “FIVE DAYS AWAY! I can’t commit to that YET!” I told him yes, anyway. Gotta learn to plan sometime, right?

By the way, Dave *does* know. I decided to be honest with him about why I cancelled the first date. It’s only fair, and knowing he’s an F…I didn’t want him to think it was about *him.*