I'm not a prude, but I don't kiss on the first date

I did hear back a positive “yes, I will meet you at Starbucks”. Which makes me really excited and makes me want to toss my cookies all at the same time. Because now begins the stage of; how should we dress up this talking, walking, breathing, thing without “saying things” we didn’t even know we were saying. For example, I am coming from work – if I put on some black eyeliner to “liven things up a bit” – would it say that I am ready for more than just coffee? Or that I am mysterious? Or I am part of a coven of witches and I need some of his (you know) at the stroke of midnight for my spell? So, eyeliner out. What about earrings? I heard once that it makes guys think of the eighties. I mean I loved Alf and who doesn’t like Star Wars (well, I guess if you are a Communist), MTV actually played music then – but I would want the conversation to be more in this decade. So earrings are out. My hair? Hahahahahahahaha. That will do what it wants so it will be a surprise. Like opening a gift on Christmas Day. (Let’s just hope that gift does not stand up at all weird angles and has a cowlick [thanks, Dad].) Clothes. This one is hard. I think for seating at Starbucks I am going for the outdoor seating. Gannon said there is a 10% chance of rain (local TV meteorologist) so we should be all set there. You know, not for nothing, but I bet tomorrow he will be thinking; “khakis or jeans” and that’s it. Lucky duck. Back to the dressing portion! Since it is coffee I say casual – don’t y’all? So I say jeans – nice ones – not the ones I would clean out the garage with. Then my shirt/top (do y’all say “top” here? I don’t know where I picked that up from?) I want to wear something a little revealing to say; “I am not a prude” but not too much that says “come pick me up at the corner for a good time on your way home”. I guess a happy medium – but not a happy ending (lol) (you get it) (do I have to explain it?). And shoes I always, always wear my Rainbow flip flops – they complete me. Just like in Jerry Maguire. And don’t worry toe patrol, my toes are painted a nice, conservative grey. So I think we are all set. I will be a boring, not breast revealing, but toe revealing, put together lady. I’ll have to relay that to him tonight. Also that I don’t kiss on the first date. Only tramps do that (that is from a movie – anyone remember which one?)