I sit at our table, I look around the fancy restaurant in awe, I tap my fingers worried about my date arriving, I smell my breath in my hand and quickly pop a mint in my mouth, I clear my throat, my ears perk up as I hear the door of the restaurant open, I pull myself together and stand up , I spot you, my calm mindset shattered by my amazing appearance… oh crap! Crap! I didn’t check my hair! too late your walking over

“Hello there, I’m David, your date”

i hold my hand out for a handshake