“Decision made,” Laura said decisively, and I could hear her fingers snap. “Just run with it.
And if you realize in the moment you’re not quite ready for that, just do everything else. You said you’re seeing him again tonight?”
“Probably. We’re going into town this afternoon for ice cream, and I just assume that we’ll
go somewhere for dinner, or back to his place again.”
“I can hear in your voice that you really like him,” Laura said. “You don’t sound nervous at all.”
“I really was at first, but he didn’t seem to mind. He even figured out ways to make the
conversation easier for me.”
“That’s really sweet,” she said. “He sounds like a keeper.”
“I think he is,” I said.
“Have a fabulous time with your ice cream date, and…whatever else happens,” Laura said.
“Thanks. And thanks for listening.”
“Anytime.”
I went to shower and get dressed, trying to figure out what on earth a girl is supposed to
wear if she’s going on an ice cream date in the afternoon, and hoping to lose her virginity
later that night.
How does a woman look sexy, but not as if she’s trying to be? For a moment, I considered
calling Kim, but knew that she would probably tell me to forgo a bra, and wear five inch
stilettos for walking on the beach.
Finally selecting a blue sundress with tiny flowers along the hem, I wondered if it was really true that men preferred women in blue more than any other color. My phone beeped, and I
raced to check it.
Mitch: Shall we leave at two?
Me: Sure. I’ll meet you at your place.
Mitch: No, actually, I need to come knock on your front door.
Me: Why?
Mitch: It’s a guy thing. I’m warning you in advance so that you don’t get nervous about it. I just have to let your brother know that I’m taking you out on a date.
Me: Oh. That can’t wait a while?
Mitch: Unless it really makes you uncomfortable, I’d rather do it immediately.
Me: OK. See you soon.
Mitch: xoxo
I’d never had a date come pick me up before. I’d never had to tell my brother I was dating