Roughly 60 hours to go. Which really means 60 hours of waiting. I've figured out my outfit. I'm not nervous. Not at this particular moment. There is still plenty of time for that. That will happen an hour before I leave. I wasn't feeling any anxiety about this, until I started this post.
My outfit is my go-to, 'I hope I look cute' top that is a tiered type of tank and I wear a brown cotton shrug with it. I have brown capris that look a bit more office than casual. What the hell is office casual, anyway? I will have to dig in my closet to find my brown wedges. I know I have some, I just haven't unearthed them yet.
I thought about getting a pedicure before 'the date'. Then I realized, guys won't be looking at my feet, and certainly won't care if my toenails have polish on them. Guys don't think about such things. I might try to paint my fingernails, but if that doesn't happen, I'm OK with that too. 59 hours to go.
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