I will try to describe what happens behind the scenes when a simple invitation takes place and you are over 40 years old.
Boy meets girl. Girl is getting anxiety attacks.
You wait for the phone call , sleep with your blackberry and start dieting.
He finally calls you and instead of being exited panic sets in:
What should I wear? What should I say?Do I have enough time to get ready?
I have not been in a real date since I do not rememember when...
Should I Google : Howtogoonadate.com ?
Elizabeth Taylor on her glory days if she was felling fat or not too pretty used to postpone the date for a month so she could get ready...She could afford that after all she is Elizabeth Taylor and I am not! If I postponed he might never call again.
Anyway my heart is going miles an hour and I start to make appointments :
Manicure for sure,pedicure not so sure (maybe I will wear my new boots) maybe I should in case I have to take my shoes off, very confused at this point.
I check my phone again ( afraid he might cancel).
Oh God !!!
Wax : check (regular,Brazilian or bold).
Blow dry hair : check
Assassin shoe: check
Dilema: be confortable or look good?
Sexy or classy?
Beacon Hill or Upper East side?
I have a fever...
After that I tell my boss I have a doctors appointment so I can go shopping and buy a new dress in a hour.
Of course I can't find anything , I start to cry and feeling even fatter.
Do I have time for a mini face lift?
Do I have time for a mini lipo?
I guess not so I decided to embrace my wrinkles and cellulite.
At this point I am only drinking water and about to pass out.
OK I am desperately trying to keep my cool and already established that I will get some nice lingerie black lace and classy (just in case).
I get home and call my best friend because I am not sure if I have a glass of wine or take my double dose of meds.
He says I will be fine, just be myself and wear that black dress from last year.
I take both and tried the dress on just to make sure it fits.
After 2 hours and $200.00 later I look good, feel confident and my hair looks amazing.
At this point I am sweating and check if my deodorant is working.
I scribble my name with is last name and of course I love the sound of it.
He is on time (I am in total state of dismal).
He finally arrives and thank God he says I look good and smell good (my mind tells me he wants to get into my lacy panties and I have too much perfume).
I hold on , exhale and promise myself not tonight.
The night goes on , I don't talk too much, behave like a lady but the wine is making me silly.
He drives me home, gives me a good night kiss.
I come home and sing along with my dog and wait for the next phone call.
He is told by his friends he needs to wait a few days.
He does not follow " the rules" which makes my life easier.
Indeed he calls, indeed I will need a new dress.
He is been calling for over a month now, however I do not need my meds and only drink wine to celebrate this new amazing "frince".
I want to be after all happily ever after on this mature fairy tale.
Have faith, believe and be happy.