I can't help it. I have a stomach full of butterflies, I randomly break out in a sweat. My brain won't stop running through one scenario after another where I say something stupid, or drip something down the front of my shirt, or trip and fall on my face or...or...or. I could drive myself crazy!! I'm going on a date. I think. We never actually called it that, but the guy I met a few weeks in Philadelphia is driving here tonight to visit. Which means it's up to me to pick a restaurant to eat at, maybe a bar to go to...and we all know how good I am at making decisions. I'm the queen of asking others what THEY want to do, because I can't ever make up my mind!! But, before we get to any of that, I have to get ready for said date, which means I've now tried on everything in my closet, I've ironed enough outfits for a week, I've cleaned my apartment and maybe hidden a few embarassing childhood trinkets. To top it all off, one of my eyes won't stop watering, which means I may look like I'm crying at random times throughout the night. UGH! Why is this so nervewracking?? People go on dates all the time, it's not like I'm testing the cure for cancer or something... Honestly, I'd rather go on 4 job interviews than a date. Let's just hope I don't pull a Stan from South Park and throw up when he says hello...
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