Carina
I am a nervous wreck. It is seven thirty, Friday night and I have no idea what to wear. I have been through everything in my closet and yet I can’t find a single thing to wear. My room has clothes on the bed, floor and bedside table and I am tipping over shoes with every step I take. I am seconds away from calling John and cancelling our date.
We have been talking the entire week, sending each other random jokes and over all just talking about the people we meet throughout the day. It has been comfortable, and I have laughed more than I have in the past three months, and it has been freeing. I know he would like anything I wear, he has made that quite clear, but what bothers me is the fact that I don’t know where the hell he is planning on taking me. My only clues were that we wil
