PRIDE & SELF ESTEEM

I felt good. I was nervous and trying to decide whether I should be my funny self, my serious self, or my outgoing self. But I looked good. I wore an outfit I was most proud of, even fixing the coffee stain problem perfectly. My hair was right. My clothes were stylin. I was feeling good and excited. I was putting forward my best image. It was all good.

On time: perfect. Not my usual late self.

5 minutes after: that's cool, time enough for bathroom check.

10 minutes after: ah, he's a late one like me. no worries

15 minutes after: this ain't looking good anymore.

20 minutes after: called and got his voicemail.

25 minutes after: time to deal with reality.

30 minutes after: walked away, called and left a dignified but annoyed voicemail message.

1 hour later: my voicemail at home has a message.

I looked good and felt good at the perfect time. Too bad no one was there to appreciate it.