Just came from my first date with the Forbidden guy (finally!). For the last three(or four) hours, I was worrying what I look like, running around the house like a madwoman looking for crack or something. I ran up and down, going room to room, looking for stuff and clothes and my fave lip balm. I kept forgetting where I put my cellphone and I was about to go insane.
While I was at it I was asking God to just let me die.
I couldn't postpone the date, that would be utterly heartless. I just gotta take the dive.
It was a good thing I already took a shower. My first dillema was my outfit. I easily put a casual, chic look then some lip balm and blush. Debated whether I should put on make-up. Wait, I hate make-up. I combed my hair to bring it to life.
Since I was having my period, I changed my napkin twice during the whole preparation coz of this worse-case scenario thing in my head. I mean, the last thing I want him to say is, "do you smell blood? Is someone bleeding to death?" Or something. I'm insane!!!
Brushed my teeth more thoroughly. Gave myself a full-mirror body check to see if there might be anything unzipped, sticking out or bulging out in the wrong places.
Hair's got volume.Nose clear. Teeth clean. Pad not visible. Nails spotless. No time for nail polish. Wait, I never use nail polish. But still pissed. Very pissed. Am I seriously going out with him today when he asked that we could have lunch together- this morning???!
Goddamit!!!
I looked for my bag, crammed my stuff and essentials in it, and gave myself a last look in the mirror. I've got zero time to think about what we should talk about. I'll play it by the ear. Crapcrapcrap. I'm nervous.
It's already 12.30pm. It takes 30 minutes to go to the mall and his lunchtime's at 1pm.
While I was waiting for a ride I couldn't help but laugh at my own agitation.
So this is what it feels like getting ready for your first date.
I wanna slap myself silly.:))