Amy reached her apartment tossed her keys and bag aside, and kicked off her snakeskin heels.
She headed towards the kitchen and found the bottle of Moscato Wine Penny had given her for Christmas. She normally wouldn't drink alone, but after the events of tonight, she felt she needed it, she deserved it, she spent all afternoon, no, all week preparing herself for Thursday's date. And all she wanted was for Sheldon to just compliment her, *Sigh she felt like she only embarrassed herself in front of him, like she had countless times before growing up in front of boys she had an interest in. The man she loves... love? Don't get ahead of yourself, Sheldon didn't notice my makeover. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What was I hoping for? Sheldon to tell me how pretty my shoes are? Hah! That's a Bazinga. Sheldon Cooper would never she thought to herself as she poured some wine into her glass, love? hmph... I'm just a clown Amy sipped her glass and began to cry.

After her glass of wine, Amy then headed into her bedroom and stood in front of her mirror, sulking, I'm just not pretty,not even Raj wanted me, I don't have flawless blonde hair like Penny and Bernadette... She began checking herself out: beautiful pedicured toes, shaven legs, a new black leather peplum skirt that hugged her curves, a beautiful white collared top with sheer sleeves, a heavy necklace that rested on her collarbone. Amy then saw her face, her hair was disheveled, she hadn't straighten it for the date, she still had a hint of blush in her cheeks. She wore contacts, hoping Sheldon would notice her green eyes and the light application of purple eyeshadow. She had applied mascara to create big bashful lashes, but she can see it now running from her eyes, her nose was dripping, she frowned wait...

She headed into the living room, snatched up her heels that she had kicked aside, and grabbed the tissue box on the table beside her couch. Amy then went back into her bedroom and stood in front of the mirror again. She dried her cheeks and wiped up the mascara running below her eyes. She bent down and put on her pumps. She got up and straightened out her dress. She brushed her tousled brown hair with her fingers, Now there, Amy Farrah Fowler you are a lady, you're beauti-... she stared at herself once more if only you were beautiful enough to catch the attention of that CalTech Physicist. She continued to stare into the mirror as pools of tears started forming in the eyes. She sighed and then fell back onto the edge of her bed, she sat there, I look like a clown She laid back and began to cry.

She grabbed her phone and texted Penny: It didn't work, I'm not beautiful enough for Sheldon Cooper.
*Knock knock knock
"Amy?"
She shot up