I drag my fingers through my dark hair, loosening the curls I just spent half an hour making. They fall in waves down my back and over my shoulders. I study my reflection before nodding in approval. I want it wavy, not curly. I want an illusion of natural beauty, not something I tried hard to achieve. I apply minimal makeup—a little blush, lip gloss, and mascara to make the blue in my eyes brighter.
Ugh, I hate first dates!
I need to look pretty but not look like I tried too hard. I want to appear easygoing. I can’t let him think I’m nervous. I’m the girl who doesn’t get all jittery before a first date. At least, that’s what he should think.
I’m cool, an awesome chick who he will be dying to take on a second date…right? God, have I always been such a wreck before my other first dates?
