Sometimes after a long shower, when steam still clouds up my mirror, I catch myself practicing my nervous grin - a goofy curve of the lips, an attempt to make myself almost, sort of non-threatening. Like that'll ever work. Tonight's second date has me rehearsing it in my mind, replaying it for maximum 'charming'. My date ordered wine, and I pretended it didn't annoy me; who wants wine anyway? At least I can tell when it's over - there's a bottle, it's empty - that's a clear sign.
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