I'm impatient. Some times I can delay gratification. But not now. On Monday, and yes that was two whole days ago, my Dating Director told me my first match was Mike. She got my availability and was going to talk to him and then I'd get info about our first date. I expected to find out where we were meeting and when in about an hour. Maybe the next morning.
It's been two days. For a single girl in her 40s, that is half a lifetime. This is torture. I stay awake at night contemplating what I will wear and things I might talk about and how to overcome the feelings of nervousness and nausea. And I'm paying a lot of money for this torture.
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