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?

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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…