First date jitters
From a discussion board...
"To be honest, the fact that they do pay so much makes me nervous (at least prior to the first meeting) that he will be disappointed and that I won't live up to...whatever."
7 PM.
Freshly showered, I survey myself in the mirror... starting from my toes, painted in deep red, up to my fleshly plucked eyebrows. I pause just for a second on my stomach. Regret fills my critical eye. I blame the over stuffed cannelloni I devoured for lunch.
I lie down on my bed. I turn the TV on. I cannot possibly go out on a Clandestine Encounter looking like this. He's probably expecting a beauty. A beauty with legs up to gazoo and a flat stomach to match.
I move to the couch. I want to read our email exchanges past several days one more time. I smile at our virtual shameless flirtations. He must be into me. I tell myself. But he was into me while expecting me to be a gorgeous creature. I tell myself.
It is already 7:30. Anxiety and nervousness have led to further anxiety and nervousness of being late to dinner. I brush my teeth as I slip into my black knit dress. No time for much makeup.
Back to the mirror. You look good. I tell myself. I dab on little blush and lip gloss as finishing touches. A little spray of my favorite perfume and I head out the door.
8:00.
I see him. He's waiting for me outside. He's studying his blackberry. He doesn't see me at first. He looks up. I think he sees me. He's unsure. Then he smiles. He opens up his arms and I fall into his chest.
8:15
Dinner has been ordered and wine has been poured. I still feel nervous. Not nervous that he's going to be a psychopath but nervous that he's disappointed of his date.
8:20
He excuses himself to use the washroom. Just before he gets up, he tells me he's having a great time. A relief. A smile.
Midnight
"You are modestly attractive?" He asks - refering to my description on my website.
"Well, that's being very modest." He answers - inducing another smile.
xo
"To be honest, the fact that they do pay so much makes me nervous (at least prior to the first meeting) that he will be disappointed and that I won't live up to...whatever."
7 PM.
Freshly showered, I survey myself in the mirror... starting from my toes, painted in deep red, up to my fleshly plucked eyebrows. I pause just for a second on my stomach. Regret fills my critical eye. I blame the over stuffed cannelloni I devoured for lunch.
I lie down on my bed. I turn the TV on. I cannot possibly go out on a Clandestine Encounter looking like this. He's probably expecting a beauty. A beauty with legs up to gazoo and a flat stomach to match.
I move to the couch. I want to read our email exchanges past several days one more time. I smile at our virtual shameless flirtations. He must be into me. I tell myself. But he was into me while expecting me to be a gorgeous creature. I tell myself.
It is already 7:30. Anxiety and nervousness have led to further anxiety and nervousness of being late to dinner. I brush my teeth as I slip into my black knit dress. No time for much makeup.
Back to the mirror. You look good. I tell myself. I dab on little blush and lip gloss as finishing touches. A little spray of my favorite perfume and I head out the door.
8:00.
I see him. He's waiting for me outside. He's studying his blackberry. He doesn't see me at first. He looks up. I think he sees me. He's unsure. Then he smiles. He opens up his arms and I fall into his chest.
8:15
Dinner has been ordered and wine has been poured. I still feel nervous. Not nervous that he's going to be a psychopath but nervous that he's disappointed of his date.
8:20
He excuses himself to use the washroom. Just before he gets up, he tells me he's having a great time. A relief. A smile.
Midnight
"You are modestly attractive?" He asks - refering to my description on my website.
"Well, that's being very modest." He answers - inducing another smile.
xo
posted by Lovely Victoria at 6:22 PM
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