Chapter 609 Fucking Awesome:>>Ep3

• This meant that I spent half an hour fretting over which of the two nice shirts I owned that I should wear for my 'date' with Carrie. This approximately doubled the amount of time I had spent actively worrying about what to wear since Christmas. I finally took a deep breath, and went for my wildly colored and patterned Robert Graham shirt, the one with the contrasting cuffs. I call it my 'brave shirt' because I could never believe I'd found the guts to buy it. When you are a bit of a wallflower like me, it takes an effort to wear a shirt that screams 'look at me!' like that shirt does. I felt I was going to need all the bravery I could get that evening, so I ran with the shirt.
• I took two showers, because I was fully aware that the Al that Carrie probably remembered from eight grade had not listed personal hygiene among his strengths...
• I pulled up at her house and padded toward the front door, my heart racing. As I rang the bell, Carrie yanked the door open in seconds. "He's here," she called over her shoulder. "Love you, Mom! Dad! I'll be home on time." She turned to me and pushed out the door. "Let's go," she said with a smile. We hustled down the pathway to the Mercedes at the curb.