I don’t know why I’m nervous. Someone like me doesn’t have the right to be nervous, especially since tonight I’ll be doing something I’ve done hundreds of times before.
My boyfriend isn’t normally the type I go for; he’s quiet, the type that thinks too much. He doesn’t say what’s on his mind too often and when he does, he usually tries to play it off as a joke. That being said, he does all the right things that a boyfriend ought to do. He’s supportive, and kind, and sweet. In fact, I didn’t think I could be as happy or as vulnerable with a man as I become when I’m with him.
It’s because he’s so nice that I’m pulling out all the stops tonight. I cleaned my apartment and put fresh sheets on the bed. I even cooked dinner and realized – perhaps a few years too late – that I should have paid attention to what my mother had been doing in the kitchen when I was a little girl.