clients for to generate good publicity, but I couldn’t concentrate on a single thing. After reading the same sentence for the sixth time, I decided I needed to get out of my office. I walked down the hall and knocked on Jonathan’s door. “Come in.” He said without looking up. “Hey Jonathan, would you mind if I skipped lunch and left early?” I asked him. “Got to get ready for the big date?” He asked. “Yeah. To tell you the truth I haven’t been on a first date in 3 years. I feel like an excited nervous wreck and I don’t even know if this is a date.” I said. That was probably more information than he needed, but I needed to say it to someone and he asked......sort of. “Sure go ahead. Lord knows I can barely deal with Jocalyn. I certainly don’t need two of you driving me up the wall.” He said with a grin. I smiled. “Thanks Jonathan.” The rest of the day seemed to drag on and on, between me not being able to concentrate and Jocalyn updating me every fifteen minutes on how much time I had until my date. My phone remained surprisingly quiet. Either the boys were behaving themselves or they simply weren’t getting caught by anyone. As soon as I got home I took a nice relaxing bubble bath. I would have loved to have brought a glass of wine in with me, but since I didn’t eat much I knew it would go straight to my head. That was certainly the last impression I wanted to make on him tonight. Nobody wants to be the stumbling drunk girl before the evening starts. After I got out of the tub, I slathered on cherry blossom body lotion and spritzed on matching body spray. I used my flat iron to flip out my hair and began to freshen up my makeup. I wish I knew how to do the smoky eye look they always show you how to do in magazines. I tried to do it once and I looked completely ridiculous. I guess I don’t understand how to blend and smudge because it looked like I had taken a big black crayon and drew huge black rings around my eyes. I started to feel giddy with excitement as I slipped into my amethyst dress. I was checking myself out in my bedroom mirror when I heard the doorbell ring. I took a couple deep breaths before opening up the door. “Wow.....you look.....you look amazing.” Jack said staring at me. I could feel myself start to blush a little bit “Thank you. You look pretty great yourself.” I said a little bit shyly. That was an understatement. Jack didn’t look pretty great, he looked downright amazing! He traded his khaki chords and t-shirt that he normally wears for a pair of black chino pants and a gray button down dress shirt with the top button undone. If I was a cartoon character, I’d be saying “Hummina hummina hummina” while my eyes popped out of my head and drool ran down my face. On second thought maybe it’s better, and more attractive, that I’m not. “You can come in. I just have to grab my jacket and purse.” I said opening up the door wider. “And put on shoes.” Jack added. I looked down at my bare feet and was glad that I get pedicures regularly. “Right, that too.” Jack walked into the living room as I ran into the bedroom to slip my feet into black heels. When I came back out, he was standing at the balcony door looking outside. “Are you ready?” I asked as put on a black crop jacket. “I am.” He said as he followed me out the door. As we walked to Jack’s truck, I realized that when I picked out my outfit I didn’t take into account that I needed a launch pad to get into the truck. I was plotting my course of action when Jack pulled a step stool out of the back of the truck. “Cute!” I laughed. “Just thinking ahead.” He smiled. We made awkward small talk on the way to the restaurant and I silently prayed the conversation would start to pick up. It would be a shame if he turned out to be a bore considering how good looking he was, though I didn’t actually think there was a boring thing about