On Friday, I left work around five-thirty and headed home to get ready. After showering, I stood before my closet door debating about what to wear. First dates were always tricky, especially blind ones. You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard while at the same time, you didn’t want to look like you’d just peeled yourself off the couch after a Netflix binge. I finally decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a dressy sweater, and some low heels.
Once I was dressed, I did my makeup before putting a few waves into my hair with my straightening iron. After turning left and right in the mirror, I nodded my head in satisfaction. When I got into my car, I turned on some thumping rap music to try to get me in the zone. I’m not exactly sure why I needed gangsta rap music before a date
