I spend the whole day just getting ready. Shaving, exfoliating, moisturizing, curling my hair, putting on makeup and picking out an outfit. Before gathering all my belongings into a cute black handbag i look at myself in the mirror. I don’t always like what i look like, but today I knew i was a 10. The tight red dress hug my curves perfectly with just the right amount of cleavage. I pull it down a little over my thighs, when i notice that it might be a bit too short for a first date at a relatively fancy restaurant but brush the thought aside as i turn around to check out the back, i look way too hot to not wear it.
As i get to the restaurant, early as i always am, i go through our messages on tinder as i order a drink from the bar. You really seemed so perfect… Witty and funny, quick to give compliments and smart too. We hadn’t been texting for long but i could already tell I’d like you. I smile nervously to myself, feeling the anticipation and anxiety that a first date always brings. Thinking about how it’s all gonna go, making up scenario’s in my head, rehearsing how I’ll say hello, trying to map out how the evening will go. As I’m lost in thought, slowly sipping on my drink i feel a little tap on my shoulder.