Please, Let Me Go (Phan)

Preparations

i look in the mirror, displeased with what i see. i haven't been on a date in a very, very long time, but seriously, how hard is it to look good?
very hard, apparently.
i've been getting ready for this stupid night out for two hours, and i still look like complete trash. i have so many clothes, yet none are good enough to present myself to him in.
i stop to think. will he even care? will he stop to look at my clothes, and judge my appeal by them? probably not.
i shrug on my jacket overtop of my plain grey shirt. it's a fairly boring black jacket, but the unconventional zips give it a bit if pizzaz, so it's not completely unappealing.
i look in the mirror again, and along with my plain shirt and zippy jacket, i see myself in a pair of black skinny jeans. i come to the realization that i have worn this exact outfit six times this month. damn, i need more clothes.
luckily, phil has seen me in this outfit exactly zero of those six times, so it's good enough for today.
phil, the special man for tonight. we've been dating online for quite some time, and just now i get to see him. he's so perfect. his raven hair, his swimming pool eyes, his snow skin, every little detail of him is beautiful. and i finally get to see each of these details.
obviously i've seen him before, as we skype multiple times a day. any free moment i have is phil-ed (get it like filled but phil-ed) with him, and there's no way i'd rather have it. but the fact that i'll actually get to truly hear his voice, see his face, smell his cologne, feel his skin, taste his lips, all in person, is more than i could have ever hoped for.
i check my phone to see if phil has said anything. as anticipated, he snapchatted me six minutes ago
(5:40) snapchat:philly❤️🦁
philly❤️🦁: hey dan! i just arrived in london, what a beautiful city! i called a cab, they should be here soon. i'll probably arrive at your flat shortly, and i'll text you when i'm there.
i smile, and my excitement grows even larger. he's just so adorable, even over text.
i look in the mirror once again, and adjust my hair. it's straight enough, considering how curly it is naturally.
after spraying another few sprits of cologne all around my body, brushing my teeth for the third time in an hour, popping the twenty-sixth mint of the day, and fixing my hair for approximately the one thousand six hundred and seventy-ninth time, i am finally ready for my date.
i check my phone, and open the new notification.
philly❤️🦁: i just arrived at your flat, what a cute building! if you could please hurry on out, i think this cab charges for time, not distance
i smile, grab my wallet, and walk to the door. i am fully prepared for the best night of my life.

(author's note) this was easier to write than i expected but still rly hard wow. this is my first time ever publishing a writing piece so i hope you all liked it and pleasee comment your thoughts or things i could improve or anything you want me to include. i'll probably update daily because i have no life and literally nothing to do ever so you won't have to wait 1873818383 years for an update. this was actually really fun to write and i have rly high hopes for this story so i hope you all like it. ❤️❤️