I'm going out on a third date tonight. I'm dithering. He has suggested getting a take-away. There's no future in it so why am I bothering? He's nice. A real gentleman. He is couteous and opens doors for me. He gazes into my eyes. He doesn't care that I'm not perfect. He doesn't see the things that I see (mainly wrinkles and nervousness). He likes me.
Why can't I accept this and not ask questions? What to wear?. A classy, below-the-knee butter-soft leather skirt (probably my only opportunity to ever wear it) and a dove grey top. Flat black and grey shoes. Not slutty. Not mutton dressed as lamb. A chance to 'go out' even though we will be staying in with the take-away. Doh!!
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