Chapter 43 The Dinner

• "Lizzie, he already saw me in this outfit. I look fat..." I say defeated. He'll probably take me to one of those exclusive restaurants with strange foods that I won't even like, and there I'll be... looking like a fool. No, no, no. Why did I agree to go out with him? Now I'm standing in front of the closet, wondering what the hell to wear.
• "None of that! You have to give yourself a chance to see what happens. If he's inviting you out, it's because he wants to spend time with you, don't you think? And something tells me he really likes you. He knows exactly your qualities and what you're trying to hide... and if you allow me to say, I think he's the type of man who must be captivated by your curves... Yes, those! Those wonderful curves that you constantly complain about," she says, and when I roll my eyes, she persists.
• "Yes, yes, don't give me that look. Do you think all men like skinny women? Tall? Blond? Tanned? We women don't like the same type of men either, and there's a variety of preferences in humanity," she insists. It's something she always tells me, but I honestly doubt it's true.