Thank goodness I didn’t cancel the date. It turned out to be much more fun that I had expected, though the beginning was relatively nerve-wracking for me because I kept thinking, he’s probably going to think that I’m some kind of hideous freak who just managed to look really good in the dimly-lit Jazz Café where we met!

The date turned out to be so much fun that, right now, I’m kind of paranoid and thinking he’s not going to call, or that there must be some other catch… other than my still-blotchy face, that is.