What panic looks like for me
I just had a fleeting thought as I passed through my bedroom, upon spotting some magazines: I wish I could just stay home tonight and go through my Martha Stewart Living magazines and rip out the articles I want to keep.
Moronic. Do I want to go on this date? Yes. Do I think it'll be awful? No, quite the contrary.
So what is up? I am feeling pressure--that I'll have a big zit/break my shoe*/get too tipsy/spill/talk with food in my mouth/drive badly on the way to the restaurant. Wow, now I'm more nervous. Crap!
*actually happened on a date: stepped off the curb in my FMPs and broke a heel. Had to go into a Chinatown store and buy some cheapie shoes for the rest of the date. Agh! I loved those shoes. Couldn't walk a foot in them today.
Those magazines are looking pretty good right about now... but not good enough!
posted by Jennie @ 2:05 PM
3 Comments:
just breathe, and be yourself. if she's a good match for you, you'll charm her silly. if not, well at least you had a night on the town.
Oh honey. That desire to stay home was definitely fear/panic/nerves. You are always charming, interesting, quick witted. It's going to be great. And you wore a great dress!
how did it go???
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