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Stressing Over Butterflies
“This guy” I’ve been texting with for almost a year, finally came to town, asking me out on a date. How could I not be nervous? Would you be?
Looking at the time my heart stopped. A quarter to seven and my date would be here any minute. Noo! I wasn’t even ready yet. My hair sizzling under the heat of the straightener, in my vicious attempts to tame the frizz, finally had enough, despite having smothered it in layers of heat protection earlier. Hold on, do I smell it burning already? Shieet. Time to call it quits, no matter how terrible the frizzy complexion in my bedroom mirror, I wasn’t about to fry myself bold — not yet anyways.
Quickly applying one last layer of lipstick I rushed over to my closet to decide on tonight’s outfit. Jumping from one to the next I couldn’t make up my mind. What to wear? I wasn’t about to overdress but also wanted to make a good first impression.
Would it be a fancy dinner at the famous “Pizza Plaza” downtown? Or a casual date night out on the docks at “Pete’s Haddock Fish N’ Chips”? Maybe a walk in the park under the stars? What do you think? A fancy dress with a pair of heels, or casual black pants with a nice top and some matching sneakers? Time was ticking and along with stress panic hit.
Fighting off tears of frustration I found myself losing control. This was supposed to be a fun…
