Page 72 of Girls Will Be Girls
Having you there is the only thing I can think of to make it fun
Louisa:
Well I can’t say no to that, can I?
Lou (fiancé):
I hope not
Pick you up at 3?
Louisa:
It’s a date (even though it’s probably not)
Lou (fiancé):
Gold star, baby girl
I didn’t seeLou this morning like I’d become accustomed to the last two days, and I hated how much I hated that. I also hated how excited and flustered I felt when he texted me, and how giddy I was about seeing him in only a couple of hours. I hate a lot of things about this, but annoyingly, it’s not him.
He’s really dragging this date thing out, but I’ve accepted it now.
It’s kind of nice to go slow, in a way. In other ways, it’s endlessly frustrating. Like I’m finally tall enough to ride, but the ride’s down for maintenance.
And Ireallywant to ride.
As much as this isn’t an official date, I still have pre-date jitters.
I’m also nervous in general about being introduced to people he works with.
My stomach is full of butterflies, and I’ve changed my outfit three times. I’m still not set on a choice either, so now I’m rummaging through my wardrobe in only my underwear. I’m a mess. But every few minutes, I’ll catch myself smiling down at my newly decorated finger, and more butterflies begin to flap in my stomach. I’ve been wearing the ring he gave me since last night, and I can’t stop looking at it. Can’t stop moving my hand around in the light to make it glint. It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
I look at it again and decide to switch it to my ring finger — just in case — before I’m interrupted by my phone vibrating.
Lou (fiancé):
What ya doing?
I hate how seeing his name on my phone makes it impossible not to smile.
Louisa:
Getting ready? Duh?
Lou (fiancé):
I’m bored. Come play with me.
Louisa:
Shouldn’t you be getting ready?
Lou (fiancé):
I’m ready. The traffic was way faster to get back than I thought so now I’m bored.
Louisa:
