My eyes opened up around seven in the morning. As I stared at the ceiling, I lay there thinking what the hell just happened last night? My head was pounding from the night before and lying there, it all started coming back to me slowly but surely.
That damn date. That's what it was. The first date in three months, and I couldn't believe that I actually went, but Charlize, my best and closest friend had insisted. After all, she was the one who set it up.
"Stop being such a fuddy-duddy," she had said to me.
Fuddy-duddy? I started to laugh out loud as I thought about it. When was the last time I heard that...