What you are about to read is not an exaggeration. I did not change the details for dramatic effect- I didn’t need to, as you will see.
Last night, I went on a “first date.”
I felt proud of myself for :
a) convincing a guy that it was worth risking rejection to ask me to meet him at a coffee house
b) successfully navigating through an unfamiliar area of town to meet said guy
c) wearing 3 inch heels.
This last point turned out to be my undoing, as it so often does. Read the rest of this entry