Breathe.

So, I’ve gone on enough dates that I don’t get nervous anymore. It would be like getting nervous about brushing my teeth.

But good lord, am I nervous now.

A few days ago I woke up to an email I was CC’d on, written by my dear, hyperconnected friend D. It started “Dear Erin.”

And that’s how I got set up on a coffee date with Erin McKean.

Now I have to decide whether to read her new book over the weekend. Is it better to be a fanboy who knows too much, or too little?

Also, I have to remember how to breathe.

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