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Greg picked me up at 6:30. I answered the door wearing the outfit Amanda picked out for me this morning—girl jeans, a white cami, and a cranberry-colored top. She fought hard to do my hair and makeup for tonight, but I stood my ground. Greg was going to have to take me in my native state or not at all. And I was secretly hoping for the not at all.
So why did I even agree to go out with him? I know part of it is he caught me off-guard when he called the other night, but I could have backed out any time these last few days. So why didn’t I?
I thought about that a lot while I got dressed. And I decided if I had to be strictly scientific about it, it’s because of that vanity thing again. I mean, when has a guy ever shown me the slightest bit of interest? And even though Greg isn’t exactl
