My first date in four + years will take place in a matter of hours. I've been consulting with several trust-worthy women who agree that for my wardrobe selection I should choose something low-cut, but not too low-cut. Show some leg, but not too much leg. Wear perfume, but not too much perfume. Apply make-up carefully, but not too much and wear practical yet sexy shoes. Although neither too practical nor too sexy. Essentially if only half of me were visible I would think I've nailed the outfit.
My behaviour is also a matter for discussion, especially amongst my office colleagues who are all married and excited at the possibility of living vicariously through me. Exactly how sad this makes the state of their marriages is not something I want to comment on.
I am to kiss him seductively or turn my cheek. Laugh and smile a lot or act shy and mysterious. Pay my way or let him pay. Or pay for both of us. Find excuses to touch him or not touch him at all. Be myself, or play the part of some sexy ingenue. It's all so simple, I don't know why I'm nervous.
Every day I chat with Tyler for at least a couple of hours, which has made me a terrible employee but at the same time, a woman who is suddenly smiling all day for no reason.
I hate the idea of losing that, so I really have no choice. I'm going to show up naked, address him only in sign language and take him to bed. That ought to do it.
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