I am so dreadfully nervous. It’s our second date and he’ll be outside any moment. I can’t help but be nervous. I bought a new bikini. I didn’t want him to see the other pairs, old and limp around the bum. Although I can’t help but feel that this new suit makes it look like I have the chest of an 11 year old. God, I’m insecure about my body.
Our second date and already he’ll see that I’m chubby in the thighs and flat in the chest. Why can’t I be the other way around. I’m wearing mascara too, to the beach! It’s going to smudge despite its waterproof title.
Oh no, here’s the text! He’s outside. Okay Tess, chill. Everything is going to be fine.
I walk outside and there he is, on the pavement, waiting for me. He’s so beautiful, especially in this evening summer glow, orange ripples warming the sky. He shoots me a smile and my heart pounds. His teeth bare, crinkles forming under his eyes and his eyes, oh his eyes. Crystal clear and as blue as the mid morning sky when the fog has just cleared.