thinking Justin would finally see the light and come to his senses, but he never did. I thought we belonged together, but he obviously didn’t see it that way. Maybe he’ll wake up one day years from now and realize what he missed. That won’t do me any good, though.
I haven’t seen him in a couple of months. He accepted a basketball scholarship out of state, and left at the beginning of the summer to go work out with the team or something. At least he finally dumped Nicole. She’s here at State, but I don’t know if she’s living on campus. I wonder if I’ll ever see Justin again.
Anyhow, so now here I am, all stressed out about a first date. Most girls probably get over this in high school, but I never let myself have the chance to get used to it. I’d like to blame Justin, but I know it’s my fault. That doesn’t make it any easier though.
I get up and start ruffling through my closet. It’s going to take me a while to decide what to wear, so I may as well get started. I’ve got nothing better to do.
First decision: pants or a skirt. If I can decide on that, a top should be easy, I hope. Dresses are out—this is a casual date. Good thing, too, since I only have two dresses in my closet and I don’t really like either one. Jeans would be easy, and comfortable—but I’m afraid mine are too casual. It’s only a movie and pizza, but what if Chris dresses up a bit? Now, if I owned some designer jeans it might be different. But I don’t, of course.
I eliminate jeans.
I pull out three skirts and two pairs of pants and lay them out on the bed. Ugggh! Who bought this stuff? It all looks so high schoolish. Maybe this is why Justin never saw me as more than a buddy. I don’t want Chris to see me the same way. I’m definitely going to have to make another trip to The Buff with Marissa. She’ll be all for that, but unfortunately, it doesn’t do me any good right now.
Maybe my new silk shirt can save one of the skirts. I slip into a black one that stops just above my knees, then go back to the closet to get the shirt. I put it on and check myself out in the mirror.
No good. I like the shirt, but it’s really too long for this skirt. I try tucking it in, but I don’t like the way it looks. I try it with a longer navy skirt, but I don’t like that look, either. I’m running out of options. I may have to go with the yoga pants and boots by default.
I put off a final decision. It’s time to hop into the shower, anyway. My hair takes forever to dry, so unless I want to tuck it into a bun behind my head, I need to get going.
I look in the mirror again. This time, I’m liking what I see—kind of, at least. I’m wearing my hunting outfit. The combo is definitely both cooler and hotter than anything I’ve ever worn. And, I have to admit, the whole thing is really comfortable. Yoga pants and soft boots definitely rock the comfort factor. But do I have the guts to wear it outside of my room? The movie will be dark, of course, and for pizza we’ll be sitting in a booth, so maybe it won’t be too bad. And it’s not like I have a lot of choices. Okay, hunting outfit it is, winner by default.
Now, what about my hair? Should I wear it down and loose, or pull it back? Down and loose, I can hide behind it if I need to. Pulled back, it’ll be out of my way, one less thing to worry about. Decisions, decisions, decisions. I stress about it for a few minutes, then opt for comfort over concealment. Pulled back it is. I grab a hair band and gather my hair into a thick ponytail.
A soft knock sounds at my door. Oh my god! Is it seven o’clock already? I take one last look in the mirror. I see several things I want to change, but there’s no time. That’s probably a good thing, though. If I had any more time, I’m sure I’d drive myself crazy, if I’m not there already. Still, I make one final adjustment, flipping my hair forward over my left shoulder as I cross to the door. Now I can at least run my fingers
I haven’t seen him in a couple of months. He accepted a basketball scholarship out of state, and left at the beginning of the summer to go work out with the team or something. At least he finally dumped Nicole. She’s here at State, but I don’t know if she’s living on campus. I wonder if I’ll ever see Justin again.
Anyhow, so now here I am, all stressed out about a first date. Most girls probably get over this in high school, but I never let myself have the chance to get used to it. I’d like to blame Justin, but I know it’s my fault. That doesn’t make it any easier though.
I get up and start ruffling through my closet. It’s going to take me a while to decide what to wear, so I may as well get started. I’ve got nothing better to do.
First decision: pants or a skirt. If I can decide on that, a top should be easy, I hope. Dresses are out—this is a casual date. Good thing, too, since I only have two dresses in my closet and I don’t really like either one. Jeans would be easy, and comfortable—but I’m afraid mine are too casual. It’s only a movie and pizza, but what if Chris dresses up a bit? Now, if I owned some designer jeans it might be different. But I don’t, of course.
I eliminate jeans.
I pull out three skirts and two pairs of pants and lay them out on the bed. Ugggh! Who bought this stuff? It all looks so high schoolish. Maybe this is why Justin never saw me as more than a buddy. I don’t want Chris to see me the same way. I’m definitely going to have to make another trip to The Buff with Marissa. She’ll be all for that, but unfortunately, it doesn’t do me any good right now.
Maybe my new silk shirt can save one of the skirts. I slip into a black one that stops just above my knees, then go back to the closet to get the shirt. I put it on and check myself out in the mirror.
No good. I like the shirt, but it’s really too long for this skirt. I try tucking it in, but I don’t like the way it looks. I try it with a longer navy skirt, but I don’t like that look, either. I’m running out of options. I may have to go with the yoga pants and boots by default.
I put off a final decision. It’s time to hop into the shower, anyway. My hair takes forever to dry, so unless I want to tuck it into a bun behind my head, I need to get going.
I look in the mirror again. This time, I’m liking what I see—kind of, at least. I’m wearing my hunting outfit. The combo is definitely both cooler and hotter than anything I’ve ever worn. And, I have to admit, the whole thing is really comfortable. Yoga pants and soft boots definitely rock the comfort factor. But do I have the guts to wear it outside of my room? The movie will be dark, of course, and for pizza we’ll be sitting in a booth, so maybe it won’t be too bad. And it’s not like I have a lot of choices. Okay, hunting outfit it is, winner by default.
Now, what about my hair? Should I wear it down and loose, or pull it back? Down and loose, I can hide behind it if I need to. Pulled back, it’ll be out of my way, one less thing to worry about. Decisions, decisions, decisions. I stress about it for a few minutes, then opt for comfort over concealment. Pulled back it is. I grab a hair band and gather my hair into a thick ponytail.
A soft knock sounds at my door. Oh my god! Is it seven o’clock already? I take one last look in the mirror. I see several things I want to change, but there’s no time. That’s probably a good thing, though. If I had any more time, I’m sure I’d drive myself crazy, if I’m not there already. Still, I make one final adjustment, flipping my hair forward over my left shoulder as I cross to the door. Now I can at least run my fingers
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