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Jun. 29th, 2017 01:01 pmOk, the big day is coming. Here's the clothing plan:
My favorite dark grey slacks with the flare and cuff at the bottom and a bright white sleeveless cowl-neck top. To keep my arms warm in the cool morning air, I'll wear one of my black shrugs I used to love wearing when I was allowed to wear real clothes at work (not scrubs). Silver bracelet on the right, silver watch on the left, only my grandmother's aquamarine in white gold on my finger--the rest stay home this time. To finish, my silver and black leather heart necklace from Brighton. My weapon? A Kindle. I'll probably get there early, and I'll want to read. Yes, I know my coworker had suggested a real weapon, to which I responded by getting a retractable baton, but...no. No weapons. Just me, my book, and my belief that he's not that kind of guy. I haven't prayed for him to be brave and courageous all this time just to not trust him when he wants to talk.
My guard won't be that far down, though. He was horrible to me. I haven't forgotten, and I won't forget. I'll be keeping a close eye on him, of that you can be certain. And this time, if the conversation starts to go south, I am not sticking around.
I'm not gonna lie--I am anxious as hell. But I know I'll have people looking out for me and checking up on me. Pooka, from work, who will have his home address and is instructed to find me if I don't text him after this meeting concludes, and one of my girls who will be tracking me via Viber, are going to keep their eyes and ears open. I also have the over-protective parents on my team, so...all is as good as it's gonna get. My weapon of choice is common sense, and that never hurts anyone.
My favorite dark grey slacks with the flare and cuff at the bottom and a bright white sleeveless cowl-neck top. To keep my arms warm in the cool morning air, I'll wear one of my black shrugs I used to love wearing when I was allowed to wear real clothes at work (not scrubs). Silver bracelet on the right, silver watch on the left, only my grandmother's aquamarine in white gold on my finger--the rest stay home this time. To finish, my silver and black leather heart necklace from Brighton. My weapon? A Kindle. I'll probably get there early, and I'll want to read. Yes, I know my coworker had suggested a real weapon, to which I responded by getting a retractable baton, but...no. No weapons. Just me, my book, and my belief that he's not that kind of guy. I haven't prayed for him to be brave and courageous all this time just to not trust him when he wants to talk.
My guard won't be that far down, though. He was horrible to me. I haven't forgotten, and I won't forget. I'll be keeping a close eye on him, of that you can be certain. And this time, if the conversation starts to go south, I am not sticking around.
I'm not gonna lie--I am anxious as hell. But I know I'll have people looking out for me and checking up on me. Pooka, from work, who will have his home address and is instructed to find me if I don't text him after this meeting concludes, and one of my girls who will be tracking me via Viber, are going to keep their eyes and ears open. I also have the over-protective parents on my team, so...all is as good as it's gonna get. My weapon of choice is common sense, and that never hurts anyone.
