First dates cause my nerves to spin into a panic. They saunter between fear and regret the moment I have left my home and begin wishing I were back in my sweat pants, back in my bed, watching some show about sex and a city that was created when I was graduating from 6th grade. My future husband could be the pizza guy, right? I had left work earlier than usual to allow myself time to shower and eat something, lest I enter the date hangry and ready to stab him
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