The rest of the day went by fast after that. All I could think of was. What to wear? Who was going? How long did I have to go? It was moments to ten when I finally decided on a black shirt that was very tight.
I wasn’t one of those guys that put those shirts on and had their stomachs sticking out. I actually looked good very good in tight shirts. I also choose black jeans, with black sneakers.
Looking in the mirror one more time. I thought I looked pretty damn good.
There was a knock on the door. Looking over at the time. I realized I had spent more time getting dressed than any guy should. Looking over at my bed, there were clothes everywhere. I didn’t particularly appreciate how they looked spread all over it. I quickly scooped them up in both hands, opened the walk-in closet, and then threw them in.
I looked around to ensure there was no other sign that I had been a nervous wreck for the past four hours. Satisfied, I ran downstairs.
“Hey, was beginning to think you were not going to answer,” Roxy said.