I am so super giddy & excited about my "outing" on Wednesday. I don't want to call it a date, because I hate that word with a passion. I am having dinner with Mr.Wonderful. He is the epitome of all things wholesome. This will serve as the foundation for a great, lasting friendship.
But if I am just looking for friendship and this is not a date, then why do I have these butterflies? I want everything to be perfect, but I am perfectly imperfect.
Females, why do we do this? Why do we stress over things instead of letting them be..."Que sera sera...whatever will be, will be."
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We do that because that is how we're wired. It sucks, but oh well.
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