First date
I shouldn’t be getting ready for a first date when I am 38. I should be settled down instead of getting ready to meet someone brand new. These are my thoughts as I walk around picking up this and that, and worrying what impression this place might be making. Then I hurry back to the mirror again to see if my outfit and hair look right. I get as close to the mirror as I can searching for gray hairs, another sign that I am way too old for a first date. Suddenly, it hits me that this guy doesn’t want to go on this date, but he was too nice to say so. My coworker, who set us up, is a mom of one of his basketball players and he was probably just too nice to tell her no. I start to feel bad for the guy for having to go through with it. Now I see why he suggested our date for a Tuesday night. He said his weekends were pretty busy, but I bet he didn’t want to waste a weekend night on a mercy date. Should I let him off the hook by texting him that we don’t have to do this, o