One Week

Be careful what you wish for.  After obsessively checking my email and voicemail, I now know when my date will be.  May 2nd.  Seven days.  Seven days to think about what I'm going to wear.   Seven days to wonder what he looks like. Seven days to consider what we'll talk about.  Seven days to think about what I will order (I am always terrified of spilling food on myself.) Seven days to worry about making a good first impression. Seven. Days.

Seven days for insecurity to sneak in.  I tend to get a major case of "What Ifs". What if we have nothing to talk about? What if I run into someone I know? What if I spill food on myself? (See?)   What if he doesn't show up? What if this is painfully uncomfortable?

My anxiety level is low at this exact moment.  But by Thursday morning, I will probably not be able to concentrate on anything else.  From the time school ends on Thursday, I will be consumed.  The drive to the restaurant will be one filled with clammy palms, a dry mouth and a bit of nausea.  Luckily, the drive will only last about 12 minutes.  I will feel more calm eventually.  Usually about ten minutes after I get home.