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September 5th, 5:32 P.M.

"Okay." I turn over this huge shopping bag in the middle of Alice's king-sized bed. I swear, her bed is bigger than my room. "I brought my flares, my low-rise, my skinny jeans….oh, my size-eight low-rise-"

"I thought you were a size six."

"Yeah, but size eight makes my butt look smaller."

"And this is a good thing because…."

"Because my butt looks bigger than California in all the others?"

We're deciding what I should wear for my big date with Jacob tomorrow. Or, in other words, Alice's giving me things to try on and then deciding for me.

"Oh, please." Alice picks up the flares. "You look fabulous in these."

"Are you sure?"

"Would I give you bad wardrobe advice? Here." Alice holds them out. "Put these on with, um….hang on." She dives into her enormous walk-in closet. "I am now locating the shirt that will drive Jakey-poo crazy."

I laugh. But it's not funny. This reminds me of reason number seventy-three why I'm nervous about tomorrow. I know it's only the first date, but what if Jacob's expecting a lot more than I'm used to? I wonder if he can tell I'm a virgin.

I lie down on Alice's bed. I pile all the pillows on top of me. I'm freaking out. This is nothing like what I had with Eric. That was definitely not a case of zsa-zsa-zsu. Whenever Eric tried to go further than I wanted, the decision was easy. I just smacked his hand away and he didn't push it. But with Jacob….

"Okay." Alice emerges with a stack of shirts. She holds out a red backless thing. "Try this first," she says.

"What," I go. "Seriously?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's not exactly…. me." I don't want to hurt her feelings, but sometimes we have really different ideas about what's sexy. When it comes to clothes, Alice subscribes to the Less Is More school of seduction. Where as I'm more into the Jeans and a T-Shirt Always Looks Cute way of thinking. Then again, this is new territory. I've never dated a Calvin Klein ad before.

I grab the shirt. I'm trying to figure out how it goes on when a door slams down the hall. Then there's yelling. Alice's parents are fighting. It's been happening a lot lately.

"There they go again," Alice says. "My dad just got home from a business trip. This is going to be a long one."

Her dad is always traveling. He's, like, this systems-analyst guy who gets hired by all these different companies as a consultant. He makes a ridiculous amount of money, which is why Alice has her own credit card and her mom doesn't even work. I love Alice like a sister, but I'm so jealous of her it's wrong. But maybe her life isn't all that.

"You can totally work that," she tells me.

I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a belt that's masquerading as a shirt. "there's no way," I tell her. I yank it off.

Maggie hands over a navy blue silk top with sequins. "Girl, you don't realize how sexy you are. That shirt and anything else can be you if you let it." That's the thing about Alice. She dates all these gorgeous guys on her terms and has never been dumped in her life. She's had sex with two guys already and doesn't regret any of it. It's like love is this fun adventure for her, while for me it's all about wanting something you don't have.

Until now.

"Any tips?" I say.

"Sure." Alice plops herself down on a gigantic floor pillow. "What do you want to know?"

"Well…." Of course Alice told me all about the guys she's slept with. But before, sex seemed like this remote island. Now that it's a definite possibility, I need details. "What's it like? The first time?"

"I'm sorry. Since when do we sleep with guys on the first date?"

"I don't mean for tomorrow! It's….. for future reference."

"Do you think you're going to sleep with Jacob?"

"I don't know." I smile at the floor. "Maybe."

"Look at you!"

"So what's it like?"

"Well, at first it hurts."

"A lot?"

"It depends." Alice shifts on the pillow.

"Were you nervous?"

"Not really. I wanted to and….it was the right time for me."

"How did you know?"

Alice shakes her head. "I was….. I don't know. I just wanted to."

It's not like I don't want to. But I've never reached the point where I've wanted to more than I didn't want to.

"Does it hurt the whole time?" I say.

"No. Just at first. But then it gets better."

"So…what if like four months from now he's getting impatient, and I'm still not ready?"

"Then you don't do it."

"But what if I think I'm ready and we're almost doing it and then I realize I'm not and I freak out right when he's about to-"

"Chillax! Your thinking about this way to much." Alice throws a white lacy top at me. "That's the problem with you genius types. You overanalyze everything."

"I don't think I'm overanalyzing. I just-"

"Look, stop worrying so much. Just go with the flow." Alice scrutinizes my outfit. "I like the blue on you. But try this one- it's much tighter."

I take the tiny shirt and try to squeeze myself into it.

"It only matters what you want," Alice says. "Don't let him force you into anything."

"Right."

"Don't forget mints tomorrow. And- oh yeah! This is the shirt!"

"No way."

"Why not?"

"It's too tight." I peel it off.

"That's the point. You're wearing it."

"No, I'm not. I like the blue one."

"But the white one is so you."

"Um, no."

"Oh- you should get some condoms so you have them when you're ready. You have no idea what's out there. And you can't always expect him to have them." Alice has condoms, plus she's on the pill. She believes in doubling up on birth control.

"What if he wants me to put it on?"

"Yeah?"

"How do you do it?"

"Oh, that's easy," Alice says, like it's nothing. "First, you have to make sure you're putting it on the right way or else it won't unroll. Then you squeeze the tip to let the air out so when-

"I get it."

"Then you just unroll it. But make sure you unroll it all the way down. You don't want it to come off, believe me."

All this seems like to much. Figuring out which way to unroll a condom in the dark and how much it's going to hurt and how I'm going to feel after. Is it worth all the drama?

I steer the conversation back to the date. "Okay, so mints. What else?"

"Don't act all shy when you see The Look. You know your dying to make out with him."

"Finally," I say. "Familiar territory."

"Oh, yeah, like Eric ever gave you The Look." Alice scoffs. She's convinced that a person can't be smart and passionate and president of the chess club. Two out of three, maybe.

"It wasn't his fault I wasn't more attracted to him," I sniff.

"It also wasn't his fault he wasn't attractive. Big whoop."

"Oh! He's cute!"

Alice raises an eyebrow at me.

"Sort of," I mumble. I glance at the clock. "It's getting late." I shove my jeans back into the bag. "I better go."

"Hey," Alice says when I'm in her doorway.

I turn around just in time to catch the pink shirt that's flying toward me.

On the way down the hall, I pass her parent's room. Their voices are lower, but they're still fighting. I consider listening at the door, but that's tacky. Anyway, I don't want to know. I'm not ready to find out that the only parental role models I've ever had aren't happy after all.

Author's Note: Awww, poor Alice. I sadly know what she's going through. Anyway, pretty interesting conversations those two have, eh? If any of you were offended, I'm sorry. But I'm trying to make this story as realistic as possible. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Good or Bad, Your Reviews Makes Us Better Writers. Also, in case you didn't know, Zsa-Zsa-Zsu means the feeling you get when you meet someone you really really like.

Love ya guys,

Ami

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