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After Hours of Preparation, I Wore the Wrong Shirt for My Blind Date
Back in 1992, I didn’t know my mum’s iron was watching me and making notes in its diary
What’s the matter with him? Is he nervous or excited? Perhaps he doesn’t even know.
I don’t think he told anyone about his plans for this evening.
But I know.
I saw him reading that letter, the one he keeps hidden away. And I heard him on the phone.
He’s arranged a blind date! And it’s tonight!
It didn’t take him long to choose a shirt. After all, he only has three half-decent ones. I suppose they were fashionable before he bought them in the sale.
You’d think he’d have taken better care of those shirts, but last week he accidentally tore one on a door handle. Who does that?
Perhaps he knew it wouldn’t last because he bought two of the same design. I suppose it’s not surprising that he plans to wear one of them tonight.
Hopefully, the good one, not the torn one.
Right now, I’m important to him.
