Expectation: Once I’ve accepted the invitation I won’t have any problem concentrating on work that day.
Reality: My phone lights up. My thoughts:“OMG IS THAT HIM? He’s totally canceling. I knew it. I knew it. Ugh. Whatever. Bravo it is.”
Expectation: I’ll apply just enough makeup so that I look natural but sans flaws and blemishes.
Reality: I don’t recognize myself.
Expectation: I’ll use a 5 minute hair tutorial from my friend Hannah and look effortlessly chic.
Reality: I think I might need to wash my hair again.
Expectation: I’ll totally be ready by the time they get here.
Reality: Sending 10 outfit pictures to my friend for approval. All the sudden there’s a knock on the door.
Expectation: I’ll own this outfit. I will walk with ease and confidence and they will be impressed by my swag.
Reality: HOW DO PEOPLE WALK IN THESE? I should’ve worn flip flops.
Expectation: We will have so much to talk about. We have loads in common.
Reality: “OMG why am I talking about the weather right now? Did I seriously just ask him what the forecast for the week is?!“
Expectation: I know sometimes Italian food can make me sick so I’ll just eat a little and stay away from the free bread.
Reality: LOL, JK.
Expectation: By the end of the night we’ll be totally comfortable with each other and I’ll know what to do when he walks me to do my door.
Reality: “OMG he’s walking slower. OMG how’s my breath? Ugh, I shouldn’t have eaten that garlic bread.”
Expectation: I’ll eventually get used to this and be an expert.
Reality: DATING IS HARRRDDDDD.