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**This was a #backthenbrownie post I wrote while I was trying my hand at writing prose one summer**
The wide tooth comb refused to go through, It was putting up a front and denying my every request, the colours on my face were starting to blend, today was special. Today was different, even if just in my mind.
I hadn’t been on a date since 2012 and by God, I was going to enjoy myself. I wasn’t going to set up unrealistic goals for this unfortunate young man, I wasn’t going to ask for his full term plan. I was just going to go with the flow and not overthink things. In other words, I’m just going to not be girl this one time.
My dress was fitted to the curves I was sure I didn’t posses, but purple made me confident. The bra was unpadded and unwired because honestly, I wasn’t up for the pretence today, and just one more time, I’m not one to deny themselves the simple pleasures in life.
The door bell rang and my heart started to beat overtime, he was here and I was still not mentally ready. Note to self, slap on that deodorant before the dress and mist your perfume in the air THEN run into it, for that subtle and non choking effect. With a few tweaks here and there, I was ready to actually let him in, at least into the apartment.
The wave I created with swinging the door open brought in that amazing scent. It was musky, earthy and had hints of lavender. Most importantly, it came from HIM, not from a perfume. He gave me that smile! The crooked one. The one he gave me when he turned back at Zara to tell me my shoe lace was untied. In reality, I was too confused by the smile, I actually reached down to tie my laces. I was wearing heels. Needless to say, he deserved my number.
He asked if he would have to set up a tent outside or if he had passed the test to come in and that snapped me back into reality. He was here now, one week and 1000 iMessages later, my first actual date in two years.
He picked out my jacket for the night, as I requested and our hands brushed as he passed it to me.It felt the way I thought it would, the hand of a hard worker. I’d obviously been out of the game for a while. We walked down my stairs in an awkward silence, a combination of tension and a lot of shyness. So as the queen of awkward moments, I asked:
‘ So, do you meet girls at Zara often?’
Be Better Brownie!