Instead, I spent most of the night freaking out because Lucky wants me to meet 14 people who are important to him. I think he even used the word "crucial." My stomach dropped. What the EFF! Who has that many "crucial" people to meet?! I was thinking maybe five people. Fourteen?! I got off the phone and literally felt like I was going to vomit. FOURTEEN?! I'm supposed to meet them around Valentines too. In my mind it plays out like this:
I'm sitting at a metal table wearing a red satin evening gown and my hair is long and curled. Leaning against the door frame at the far end of the dimly lit room, Lucky is wearing a tux with his hands in his pockets. He watches me expectantly. Meanwhile, fourteen people surround us and one after the other, they hit me with questions interrogating every facet of my life. They're trying to find a reason why I'm not good enough to date him. They love his ex (they were together 6ish years) and take great pains to remind me of this. It's been hours, I'm hungry, my mouth is parched, and my hands are clammy. The bouquet of red roses, still wrapped in paper, wilt in front of me.
Happy Valentines. Shudder.
Back to real life: freaking out (so much for relaxing), I called Black. He always has some sort of mature advice that encompasses the bigger picture. Black always knows what to say.
Hmmm... so much for that. He laughed and said I could countdown to "V-day" on my calendar by crossing each day off with a skull and cross bones. He thought this was hilarious. Fantastic. Thanks buddy. However, he soon realized I wasn't being dramatic, but was *actually* freaking out. At this point, he swiftly busted out the wisdom and encouragement. After a while, he assured me that there won't be any cement rooms or bright lamps. I talked to Krikey and Ricky Bobby about it too and now I think I'm good. I'm sure things will be fine.
Lucky must think I'm nutbar. I keep telling him he can leave any time.
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