Marcus and I separate and head to our rooms to get ready for the evening.
After showering, I stared at myself in the mirror contemplating shaving for the 3rd time today. I swear my mom put testosterone in my bottles as a baby. Stubble is already coarse against my palm as I rub my face.
I never cared about it before, but seeing Dani again is making me self-conscious. I decided against shaving. I don’t want shaving 3 times a day to be a precedent I set for myself being with Dani. If she wants me to, done deal. I’d shave every inch of my body twenty times a day if needed to make her happy, but I have a feeling she won’t care. She’s not shallow.
I brought a fitted navy suit my mom says I look great in, but I’m still second guessing my outfit, twirling in the mirror like a teenage girl. f**
