When it comes to what I’ll be wearing for my quasi blind date tomorrow night, it was impossible to follow the advice given to me three days ago by my married girlfriend: “Don’t over think it.” But since then, I’ve surveyed so many people and gotten enough conflicting information that I’ve actually worn myself out. Jeans, skirt, jeans, skirt. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Last night, I went so far as to test run a few outfits. I can only hope the man I’m going to meet tomorrow has not googled me, discovered this site, and is now reading these words in horror.
I know. Relax.