“I FEEL SILLY.” I CHECK myself out in the mirror: dark blue dress, makeup on point, hair done, even a pair of stilettos. Tiffany insisted on me doing the whole nine yards, but it just doesn’t feel like me. So formal! “I really can’t put on nice jeans and a cute top?”
“No way. We’re going to do this the right way.”
“Why do I feel like you’re enjoying this more than me?”
She hugs me from behind. “Because you know I never get the My-Size Barbie I always wanted. And this is good for you. You don’t put in effort for the guy, you put in effort to feel good in your own skin.”
She has a point there. I feel sexy. I feel hot. Honestly, I’m now confident enough to walk away if I don’t like how the date proceeds. I think it might be the heels. I take another deep breath as she orders the Uber whil
