There is always a first…

The 10 minutes before a first date, is usually the moment when I regret ever saying ‘yes’. I also resent my punctuality and wish that I’d rather arrived in a ‘fashionably-late’ manner; instead of awkwardly standing here, looking at my blank phone, pretending to be occupied.  At least, I have an escape plan on standby.Continue reading “There is always a first…”