Silena L. Beauregard did not get nervous.
She did not get that feeling where you know your low-calorie, non-fat yogurt's about to make a surprise appearance.
Nor did she start to sweat like she was stuck in a snowsuit in the middle of July.
And she especially did not get nervous around boys. EVER.
So why now?
It's not like this was even her first date or anything, in fact, being a daughter or Aphrodite guarantees many romantic evenings out with the hottie of the week.
But this was different.
Never had she doubted herself while out on those dates mainly, because they simply did not matter. She was beautiful, yes, but what if she wasn't smart enough for him.
Or funny enough.
Or just not what he expected.
What is the point in being beautiful when you have nothing else going for you?
Suddenly needing a mantra to get over these silly fears, Silena took out a piece of paper and her favorite fluffy pink pen and began to write.
My name is Silena L. Beauregard and I am more than just a pretty face.
Satisfied she slipped that little piece of paper into her purse and headed out the door.