She's coming on Saturday. I sense we'll have chemistry unless she has a yen for polyester and unfortunate facial tics. Even then. I plan to say a few words about my past and present, mostly my present. I have rehearsed them. My lines are down, simple yet elegant. Of course, dry mouth could happen. I could lose my voice. I could lose her. In our first conversation, she said, "Face your fear." She didn't know how much fear I have. How I have had to talk myself into trying again with someone. To opening the door.
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