Brie's POV
Was this what I was missing? I had been in the land of the socially rejected for so long that I didn't know how to dress when it came to dates. Hell, I think my first and last date was with a snot bucket boy in middle school and if I'm being honest, it wasn't even a date; he just held my hand while we were on a school field trip.
Women were expected to flick and pluck every imperfection that would make them look less than glamorous. I hated being a woman. After hours with my mother, I could barely breathe and I was suffocating more from nervousness than I was when we started, and that's saying something because I was already nervous beyond measure.
“Will you stop fidgeting and sweating? You're going to stink before the poor boy gets here," my mother complained.
I thought the
