
Mercy Hollings Mercy Hollings A Red Hot New Year
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Hi! Was out bloghopping. Nice journal!!

There's got to be an easier way.
Okay, so I’m officially dating. I have been on actual dates with actual men, and none of them said anything whatsoever about my nipples (please refer to earlier post).
What’s it like, dating after such a long hiatus? In the immortal words of Yogi Berra, it’s déjà vu all over again. What I mean is, despite my theoretical security and maturity and self-confidence and worldliness, I AM A COMPLETE WRECK ABOUT IT.
I never know what to wear. Will I be too dressed up or too casual? Does this shirt make me look fat? Is that one too low-cut? How dressed up will HE be...what if we don’t “match?”
Oh, no, he wants me to suggest a restaurant. Now, do I pick someplace really casual, so he isn’t under pressure, or try something exotic to see if he’s adventurous, or someplace really elegant, to see if he will think it’s too expensive? Why doesn’t HE just pick the place?
Should I assume that he will pay? Should I offer? Should I bring money with me just in case?
Am I talking too much? I have a tendency to babble under pressure.
While guzzling an enormous martini might make me feel calmer, it might also make him think I’m a complete lush. Or is he trying to get me drunk?
Okay, so the date went swimmingly. I had fun, and I’m absolutely sure he did, too. So, why hasn’t he called? Is he waiting for me to call him? Will he think I’m too needy if I do?
Oh! The phone is ringing! Is it...damn, it’s my sister. No, really, I’m happy to talk to my sister. I just thought it might be...
Oh, hell. So much for maturity.