The girl I see in the mirror looks familiar, and yet I don’t feel like it’s really me. Certainly because of my new clothes. When we were in Paris, my girlfriends decided we had to go shopping, and here I am the proud owner of several dresses, patterned tights and pants that aren’t sold in the sports department of a*****e. Leona even gave me lipstick. According to her theory, painted lips are more confident. Me, I especially have the impression of having disguised myself for the moment. I spoke on the phone with Alan. He’s Mark’s friend who I’m on a date with. He seems nice. I agreed to meet him, but I cannot chase away the immense disappointment that I felt when Mark told me about him. He offered to pick me up, but I prefer to meet him directly at the restaurant. And guess where we’re hea

