With a boy.
For coffee, so it's not a real date, but it's still enough to make me mildly nauseous and wonder if it's lame to back out of it. I just don't like strangers. The thought of having to make small talk and explain myself to someone who hasn't known me my whole life kind of makes me want to throw up. But that's okay. He seems nice. So it will be fine.
Except that in my head, I've already decided that it probably won't work out. Which is highly unfair to a guy I don't know that well and who has expressed interest in me. Bah. What do I know?? Nothing. That is the problem.
I have no idea what I want, but like a great pair of shoes, I am sure I will know when I see it. The problem with that scenario is that I have an entire closet full of shoes that don't fit and that I think are ugly now that I've worn them.
I wish I lived in a society of arranged marriage. It would so take the stress out of this crap.