This is happening. This is happening. I report the boy just called to confirm plans
Sean: So, are you going to go to the movies with me?
Me: um, yeah, of course.
Sean: Great. See you at 5.
Plans have been solidified. I am presenting a very calm, relaxed face to the world but i am freaking out. Freaking the fuck out. I feel dizzy and lightheaded and I think I might barf.
This is not a date. I must tell myself this or I will not make it through the next few hours. This is like any other time that I have hung out with him outside of work. I must not panic. I cannot panic.
I'm panicking a little.
For fucks sake