Decisions

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Calling up Nicole, I decide to tell her what I've decided to do. As the phone rings, I grow nervous. Am I making the right decision?

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Oh, hey girl. What's up?"

"Nothing. I decided that I wanna go out with you tonight..." I trailed off.

I got no response from her for a minute. I tapped the phone to make sure she didn't hang up. Then I hear...

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! OMG, I am so proud of you right now! We could go everywhere! But first, we gotta fix your wardrobe, hair, etc. ASAP," she rants.

I go to my mirror & look at myself. I honestly don't see what's wrong with me. Maybe I don't see it but others obviously do. I see shoulder length black hair pulled into a bun, an oversized t-shirt & some shorts. No makeup, no crazy hairstyles, no type of enhancement whatsoever. I don't see that as a bad thing, though. I have natural beauty.

"What's wrong with me?" I ask curiously.

"I literally just told you. Basically everything is wrong. But I can fix you though," she states confidently.

"Uh, okay. So when do you want to 'fix' me?"

"Today, duh! We don't have time to wait with your taste in clothes. You look like a couch potato at home & a nun everywhere else! No man wants a potato or a nun, trust me."

"Okay... But what time?"

"Ohhhhh. How about I come over right now? Yeah, I'll come over now. Unlock your door, I'll be there in 15," she hangs up.

Well, here we go.

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