Thursday, June 18
Can this week possibly go any slower??? It feels like the clock has actually stopped.
I can’t wait for tomorrow. I don’t remember ever being this excited for anything.
I’m nervous, too. I hope I don’t say anything silly, but what can I talk about with him? What can we possibly have in common? He’s going to quickly see that my life is impossibly dull compared to his jet setting lifestyle.
Maybe I should chicken out and not go. I already know that it won’t work out, so perhaps I should save myself the embarrassment. The problem is, though, I don’t have any way to reach him to let him know. I guess I could leave a message at the restaurant, but that would be rude. Besides, this will likely be my only chance to eat in such a fine establishment. I think I’ll focus on the f
