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    sam, lip service

    I was nervous, but this would be fun, right?

    So I hadn’t been on a date for a while but a blind date? The idea scared and excited me at once.

    So I was going to this bar, meeting a girl called Cat. Apparently she was quirky, like she liked to be tidy and little things like that. But she seemed nice, funny too. When we chatted she made me smile. I knew that on this one first impressions were going to be huge…. What to wear?

    So I came home from work and I was shattered, but the thought of this date pushed me forwards. The first thing was a long hot shower for sure. That’s always step 1 when preparing for a date. Step 2 is always to brush your teeth. Step 3, this is the tricky one. Step 3 is choosing the right outfit! So I knew we were meeting in a bar, so it had to be casual. Casual, but not scruffy. 1 st things first, the date underwear. Everyone has date underwear, right? And then the jeans. I go to the wardrobe and have a look through. There’s always that one pair which you think are perfect that you can’t find. Where the hell are they? I continue searching around my flat, wishing I’d been more organised and planned my outfit yesterday or something. Then there they are, sat in the tumble dryer, waiting to be put away. This proves I obviously had put some thought into this at some point. So I run the iron over them really quick, too much ironing and you look an idiot, too little you look a slob. God this dating business is difficult. So then the top. Now, the jeans are quite casual so to stop me looking scruffy I think I’ll wear a shirt with them. Back to the wardrobe. I wear shirts to work every day, so naturally, I have hundreds. Hmm. So after maybe like the sixth shirt or something that I’ve tried on, I decided that actually the first one would be fine. Typical.

    So I grab my phone, keys and wallet as I’m running out of the door. Literally running because by this point I think I’m going to be late.

    God this is hard work, just as hard as work to be honest. But it’ll be worth it, right?

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