Welcome to another edition of Wayback Wednesday! If you'd like to, you can catch up by reading Part 1 first. We’re gonna jump into the Wayback Machine and travel to Tuesday, August 22, 2006…
So this is what a heart attack feels like!!
I think if I were anymore nervous and/or excited about tomorrow, I'd probably spontaneously combust!
I gave myself a pedicure tonight. My toenails are a cute sparkly peachy-pink color called "golden sand" and fingernails are soon to follow. As I sit here waiting for my toenails to dry, I'm thinking about which sandals I'll wear to play mini golf tomorrow. Then, I'm horrified when I realize that maybe I shouldn't wear sandals at all. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?? Why did I paint my toenails?!?!? Why did I want to draw attention to my weird toes?!?!? I think it's way too early for M to find out about my weird, webbed toes. Yes, you read that right. WEBBED!!
The first and second toes on each foot are connected more than they should be. I've been told it's not tremendously noticeable if I don't point it out, and if people don't know what they're looking for, but why risk it?!?!? Why don't I think these things through? I totally should've waited to start dating until fall. You know, real shoe season. Then, I'd have plenty of time for a guy to fall madly in love with me before he realizes I have odd toes. Oh god. I think I'm going to stop breathing.
1....2...3...breathe...4...5...6...brea-- Oh, screw it! Counting to ten and breathing isn't going to help!!! I'll just have to wear the sandals that hide those toes, but still show some of my cutely painted toenails. I mean I seriously tested the boundaries of my flexibility trying to paint the damn things in the first place! I've gotta at least show them off a little bit. Yeah. Okay, that'll work! Now, I just have to rethink my whole outfit to go with those particular sandals. Dammit!!! It totally sucks being a girl sometimes! Geeeeeeeeeez. Well, at least this all gives me something to do instead of sitting here worrying about how tomorrow will go.
One of my biggest fears at this point: I show up, see him, he sees me, and then he pretends he's not him so that he can leave. How horrifying will that be??!?!? Odds of that happening, I think, are slim to none. I mean he seems like a really cool, really nice guy and he seems to like me so far. He asked me out, for cryin' out loud, so I don't know why I worry so much. My other fear is that, after our short game of mini golf, he'll decide to just go home. "Well, that was fun. See ya later," he'll say as he walks away, never to be heard from again. Again, probably being ridiculous, I know. I just can't help it though!!!
This dating thing is so nerve-wracking. With the way my mind (and heart) races, the shaking, and the sweating, I think dating should really be considered an extreme sport. I don't know why I thought I was ready for this!!!!
I know I'm not going to sleep a wink tonight. I barely slept at all last night. It was ridiculous--all the thoughts running through my mind, both good and bad.
T minus 22.5 hours and counting! Ohmygodohymgodohmygodohmygod...I don't know if I'm gonna make it!!!!!!!! I feel like I'm having a heart attack. If I feel like this right now, I'm going to be a complete frickin' mess tomorrow. I must find something to make me calm down!!!!
I'm off to paint my fingernails. If I can quit shaking long enough to actually do a decent job, that is...