I was a poised, powerful, and confident woman … until I went on a date.
In fact, I’m a wee bit embarrassed to tell you what I put myself through the day I went on my first post-divorce date—four long years after my paperwork had been signed.
We were scheduled to meet for dinner. About 2:00 in the afternoon, my anxiety kicked in as I began to go through my wardrobe.
I put on nine different outfits. Spent 20 minutes with each one, critiquing myself in the mirror and fantasizing how each accessory might influence my date’s reaction to me. Are these earrings too big? Is peach too demure? What about my neckline, too much cleavage … not enough?
Then I went through it all again with all manner of hair and makeup possibilities.
By the time I arrived at the restaurant I was exhausted. I felt like I’d already been on fifty dates that day … and I had been rejected on most of them. [click here to read the rest of my story]