A/N there's Greg.
Saturday arrives in full bloom much too early for my liking.
I grumble about the indecency of Mather nature waking me up with her stupid sunshine just to remember I have a date later. I jump from the bed and run to the closet.
"Too slutty, too nunny, too dark, too light...." This goes on for about an hour or so until I've narrowed it down to a backless grey dress that stops a few inches above my knees and has a poofy skirt. A light green blouse paired with tan skinny jeans. And last but... Least. A tight black shirt and blue skinny jeans.
I time out the last option and try on the first.
Cute, but.... I don't know... I change I to the second option.
Comfy but... Is it cute enough? Does he even care. I bet he shows up in a t shirt and jeans... Or maybe he'll dress up.
Then I'll look inconsiderate. But if I play it safe and go with the dress I'm safe... Unless he dresses down the he either looks bad or I look like I'm trying too hard.
Dammit I don't know what to do. Hungover Marley is no help and like always my mother is nowhere to be seen. Fine dress it is. If he thinks it's weird I'll just say it's laundry day.
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Vince knocks on the door below and I'm caught between going down there or hiding in my closet. Yeah we've talked and hung out.... Made out even. But that is different it's like this one little lunch makes everything official and I can't help but worry over that.
Okay okay no body hate me in case you started liking this but I'm going through some writers block right now I'm just going to take a little time away from this tight now. Whenever I log into this and start to write something down my mind goes blank and it's frustrating. It won't be very long. Probably less than a week. Probably only going to be a few days. I swear I'll get something written down and ready for you all to read within a week.... Well until next time.
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