I feel absurdly nervous when I have no reason to be.
I just hope that my stomach, which has been flip-flopping all day, does not commit the ultimate rebellion and pop everything inside it back out again. You would think I had never been on a date before. I know that as soon as I get to stop with the waiting and start with the talking, everything will settle down. Still, I can't help thinking that throwing up on my date would be the most pants thing ever.
Think good thoughts regarding my continued gastric stability.
T minus 1.5 hours. And counting.