Friday, June 19
Okay, it’s finally Friday, and now I want to go back to Thursday. I should have devised some discussion topics to have in my back pocket in order to avoid awkward silences. I’m so nervous now that my brain is mush, and I can’t think of anything. I sure don’t want to end up talking about the weather, which is usually fairly consistent here.
This is going to be a disaster. What was I thinking accepting a date with this man? I don’t belong in his world. I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb.
My stomach feels queasy. I’ve never felt tummy butterflies like this. I hope I don’t hurl on the restaurant’s fancy place settings.
I have my dress on and I’m pacing. I’m standing at the counter writing this because I don’t want to get wrinkled. I still have over an hour before I ne
