Time was now winding down to the evening and my nerves grew even more.
He had told me that he made reservations some place fancy at seven pm and to be ready by six thirty.
I was still sitting in a pile of my clothes when six pm rolled around and I was on the verge of another melt down.
The dress that I had planned to wear, pictured it in my head and liked it already, could no longer fit me.
It's a good thing that I had already styled my hair with two spaced buns at the front and the wild and free in a half up half down style and now as I look at my edges that won't cooperate I wanted to just scream.
This would be my first real date and I was beginning to feel out of my mind.
I wanted nothing more than to just call everything off and call it a night, but he put so much effort into this and I didn't want to hurt his feelings by ghosting him so I went with my second option dress.
